When I arrived home after work at 3:30 I noticed that the house had been thoroughly cleaned and polished, it was to say the least ‘immaculate’. ...hrow pillows had been added to the living room floor in front of the fireplace and a serving tray filled with various sex toys and lubricants set precisely in the middle of the coffee table. Jane emerged from the kitchen and walked over to greet me with a big hug and really hot kiss before asking “How was your day?” I replied “It was a good one,. I looked in those beautiful eyes again and leaned down to start kissing her again. She told me “That was amazing, how did you learn that”. I told her “the internet, where else”. She laughed at me but honestly, it was true. She was on her back, sort of collapsed, and I was above her on all four, my hard cock hanging down right to where my face just was. I kissed her a few more times, leaning forward, getting my cock right up against her pussy, hard and ready to enter. I looked at her for a. “No one said anything about me cumming.” I told her laying her down on the bench. She started to ask what I meant but before she could I lifted her skirt moved my face down to her pussy, pulled her thong to the side and buried my face into her sweet hole. Sarah gasped as I began feverishly eating away, hey she is the one that said I needed to make it fast. My tongue darted in and out of her hole before I replaced them with my fingers. Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair pressing my face. She poured out her sweet tan angel hands to me, waving, her sexy faint European smile glittering under the hot sun. I go home and fantasize about her, my first ejaculation yet to come... I bathe in the cool waters under the bride, letting sweet nothing angels whisper in my head, guilt for the small fat black haired woman I feared to date in shameful self-image. Each day, I would stare on and on, into the heavens, waiting for that angel to come down. I aggressively, then tenderly, called for her.