He imagined her kneeling in front of him with her lips wrapped around his cock. There was Marsha, a short brown-skinned girl, probably Hispanic or Mid...le Eastern; it was hard to tell. She was a voluptuous girl, all hips and breasts and curves. Her face was round like the rest of her body, round cheeks, round eyes and full lips. She had long dark brown hair flowing loosely around her shoulders. Marsha was wearing a red scoop-necked shirt that was stretched by her large boobs; he couldn't tell if. ’ I could have sworn that bird face was grinning. After a bit she took off and flew away again, I assumed to ensure that they hadn’t come any closer. I waited, and waited, and waited. I wondered just how long I would stay stranded in the damn tree before climbing down and going to check on things myself. A long time, if I was honest with myself. I’m no hero. I was saved from having to contemplate it too much further by crashing noises down below. I peered down and saw, to my vast relief,. She pouted her lips and gobbled the head of my penis. She was rolling her wet hands around my shaft while eating its head with her steamy and warm mouth. “Ooooh, , for heavens sake, my doll; your papa is cuming so soon” I moaned loudly as I could hold no longer. She leapt her tongue out and placed the head of my penis at the flat part of her fleshy tongue to let the monster out of agony. I squirted my load splashing its droplets at her mouth, cheeks and chin. She licked my shaft clean and kept. Nevertheless, she would show up when she was between lovers or needed a compliant partner for an evening. Robert was aware that I had relationships with women that went beyond mere friendship. Once we had progressed from a mere sexual attachment to something more substantial, I felt it unfair to conceal that side of myself from him. Robert was undisturbed by my bisexuality, and even hinted at times about participating if invited. Given Juliette's nature, that participation was never a.