“We were living in Boston where my wife was doing her graduate work. I had parlayed my astute degree in literature into a job as a junior copy write... for an advertising agency.”“Impressive,” she said.“Yes, it was. You can’t imagine how valuable my intimate familiarity with 17 th century revenge tragedy turned out to be when writing copy for cheese snacks and body wash.”“You’re right, I can’t. Not even going to try.”“Anyway, there was a girl who worked in the art department there, a sturdy. Then I quickly dropped to my knees and engulfed about half the meaty appendage that rose above his nut sac. I licked around the rim of his glans, He eased down on the bed, giving me easier access to his unit, so I relaxed my throat and took him in to the hilt. Then I let him start to face fuck me until his balls began to throb against my forehead. It wasn’t long before I sensed his impending explosion.I slowly drew my mouth away, leaving a long string of spit linking his throbbing glans with. Gwendolyn hadn’t had so much fun since she was a child playing tag. Eventually, breathless, she allowed him to catch her, shrieking merrily as he appeared in front of her from around a large tree. His arms flying about her waist, he pulled her to the ground with him, both of them giggling madly. ‘I’ve caught you at last you saucy wench!’ he said cheekily, his handsome face only inches away from her own. ‘I am no wench,’ she protested, mockingly insulted, amber eyes sparkling as she was filled. She scooted herself back, her head coming to be over his crotch. She ran her tongue along the line of his pants. His eyes closed slowly, opening to look at her again. She had her face between his legs, and before he could even see it coming, she dips her head down, her tongue pressing into his pants along his balls. He moaned as his hands grabbed her hair, her tongue continuing to lick up his balls and over the line of his erection. Grace loved his reactions, and she wondered if he knew.