”My petite wife fluttered her eyelashes at me, and asked, “So, how do they compare to me, and my abilities to please your cock?”“Honey, they a...e altogether in your shadow! You are in your own league, and they do not compare in any way!”That seemed to be the right thing to say, as Brenda sucked me down again, and then released me, observing, “You poor man! Suffering the attentions of amateurs! As your reward, you get to experience the very best of oral loving! Here I come!”She settled me within. "Ah! What the hell?!" he said."Relax, it's just me," Sabrina said, sitting in the backseat.Adam turned around and looked at her, dumbfoundedly. "Wha- you- uh, wha-," he sputtered."Shhhh," she said as she pressed her index finger to his lips. "About halfway through, I noticed a scar on the dick I was sucking and it was in the same place that you hit your penis on the coffee table that one time." You knew?" Adam asked, shocked at this revelation."At first I was really shocked and even a bit. I am going to have to change that.” The second course arrived soon after. It was red snapper and cèpes in a Port reduction. It looked absolutely divine. Robert always loved the taste of the mushrooms with the fish. It was heavenly on its own, but the port cut through the tastes and created something so sensual that his still erect cock actually felt as if it were getting bigger. He wanted both to feed his amorous mood and to get ahead a point with Juliana. He slipped off his shoe, lifted. She was also needing someone to help her with small things around the house, but had no idea where to look, and was too shy to ask.“Sorry to hear about your husband, I know how that goes I have been a widower for over two years. My wife died of cancer. By the way if you want, I can come over and help you with some things if you want.”“Oh that would be nice, but I cannot pay you much.”“Don’t worry about that, you can pay me with a home cooked meal.”“Okay, I can do that. When can you come.