' And, all that nonsensical, male truth. Again, written by a man. Not that Omar Khayyam is a bad poet. He is still but a man." She paused, placed a ha...d to her head and groaned. "Shit! Oh well. He is quite intelligent. It shines like a beacon from his eyes and I do believe it can cut through falsehoods like a knife through butter. He knows something happened, but most likely, he does not connect it to the bracelet. I wonder if he believes I placed him in a trance and hypnotically suggested the. The sensation of Ben’s mouth on my pussy was sending me to another place and it wasn’t long before I was cumming again. I pushed him away onto his back and rolled on top of him. I lay there for several minutes gripping his cock in my hand and my clitoris still pulsating.My head was resting next to his cock as I watched my hand stroking it slowly increasing the rhythm. Ben’s cock started to leak and pre cum trickled down his shaft. I ran my tongue up lapping it up before taking his cock full in. She was several hours late and certainly looked like she had been to a bachelor party. She looked like she WAS the bachelor party.Smirking stood up and said, "Hi good looking. Let me take those bags for you." He grabbed the groceries and walked with her to her apartment. As they walked he said, "Maybe you can introduce me to your husband."Susan looked at him and smiled, "Not tonight Big Tipper. He's at work already. Maybe this weekend ... okay?" Sure."She opened the apartment door and step to. For a moment, I caught my breath, then turned back to the peep hole and continued. I couldn't see much above or below the crotch, but from what I saw, the girl had a pretty broad build. Not chubby or fat, but she would never be slender and thin either. Her butt was nice and round, her belly was a little poochy and what little I could see of her breasts looked like they were rather on the large side. She ran her fingers into her slit, spreading it in front of the hole. Did she know I was there?.