She pulled his hair and they came together, more suddenly than she’d planned. She rested on top of him shuddering and sticky. They listened to the ...adio the rest of the way home and didn’t talk much, but she could see his hands shaking on the steering wheel. He didn’t open the trunk for his bags when they pulled into the driveway. He ran around to the passenger side door and before she could get out of the car, he picked her up, she screamed and laughed all the way to the front door. Lucky. When she finally got hold of herself she grabbed my cock and shoved it down her throat with the intensity of a wild a****l, I mean she didn't even appear to come up for air for the first few minutes.She returned the favor and reached behind me and started to play with my prostate as she was going for broke deepthroating my cock, and of course after about ten minutes of that I came down her throat really hard.As we lay in a wet sweaty mess, she gives me a kiss, gets up and goes into the kitchen,. As soon as I had it all the way in, I moved it in short strokes while I went back to her clit. Minutes later, her whole body shook and she cried out as her orgasm hit. She came with a gush of creamy white that I licked at tentatively, then faster as I discovered it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it tasted pretty good. When it was over, she pulled me up to kiss me. She cleaned herself with a moist towelette, then cleaned me as well. She wrote something on the back of her card and signed it, handing. No more fisticuffs. I wasn’t sure she’d learned her lesson but life was reasonably placid on the surface.Over the last few months, Carrie had taken to having a girls’ night out with her single friends. Lately, it was turning into once a week, on a Friday or a Saturday night. She liked to dance, drink and raise hell. I liked to go to the quiet corner bar and watch the Ali-Frazier fight with a friend or two. I never did really get into dancing. Sure, I liked rubbing bellies and massaging her.