Unknown to me, he also noted that my balls were turning purple. He toldme, "Very nice, now you better go get supper ready." I said, "Yes sir."and left...to do what he'd ordered. I heard he and Mary chuckling as Ileft.When all was ready and the table set, I told them that their meal wasready. They sat and ate while I ate standing at the counter in thekitchen. I really wanted to join them, but I hadn't been invited. Oncethey were finished eating, I served them an after dinner drink andcleared the. Some of them happened earlier in our life and some later. The last post/blog happened earlier in our relationship and this one happened later. However, in all cases, is my wife's love of cock the same. She could never seem to get enough. All shapes and sizes but she was not fond of any kind of cock that was not white. Not because she is racist but because she just likes white cock. Once again let me say that from the beginning I knew she loved cock. That simple. This tale happened when we were. Dinners were more elaborate than lunch and breakfast with appetizers, soup of the day, several choices for the main course as well as decadent desserts. We carried out the food on trays raised just above our shoulders and I practiced walking erectly and gracefully imitating the French waiters I remembered when I traveled or saw in movies. I’d turn and lower my tray onto the stand then serve each dish elegantly, sensing she was watching.By the third day of our eyes meeting in the dining room or. " It was unlike Jenn to trail off in a rare bit of seeming uncertainty. She was almost always very direct, like the first time we'd gone out when she had practically ordered me back to her hotel room so we could screw our brains out. That was quite a night -- a story for a different time!I didn't know where she was heading, and thought I'd try to help -- "Want to go out on a double date or something?" She shook her head gently, and moved her hips from side to side a little bit, just enough to.