One night we were watching “Six Feet Under,” the episode where Claire thinks she might be a lesbian but can’t deal with cunnilingus, and Caitlin...said, “I wonder what that would be like, having a girl go down on me.” I said I’d wondered the same thing, though I guessed it’d be different for a guy. Neither one of us had any experience to go on.“Well, you could pretend,” I said.“What, what do you mean?” she asked. Her voice was always soft and a bit breathy, like a flute, and now she was also. They’re only for serious business, and right now, I’m not in that business anymore, and I hope I don’t need to be again.”“All right, Bill. I won’t mention them to anyone. Why did you get me a shotgun, too?” Ashley wanted to know.“Yes, the twenty gauge is for you. It’s a ladies gun and not too heavy. You need it in case anything happens to me or in case I’m not home when trouble breaks out,” I told her.“But I never fired a gun before,” she protested.“That’s OK,” I told her, “I’ll show you how to. Her skin was lovely cocoa color. Her hair was crazy-curly-on top, but flat on the sides. Her boobs where Double D's at least. Her shirt was pink, silky, and tight. I /could see a fair amount of cleavage. I thought the buttons might pop of. Her pants were some gaudy African pattern and they clung to her tightly. Even from the front i could tell her ass was HUGE. She looked angry and I was a little afraid. I was intimidated by the size of her but, being the perv I am, I was also turned. She took seat next to me on sofa and we sipped champagne from each other’s hand and glasses. After sipping a bit, I drew her towards me and we kissed and sucked each other’s lips.After that we withdrew from each other and had dinner which she cooked by herself for both of us. After dinner she gave me shorts and t-shirt of her hubby to change and she herself went inside her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I was waiting for her in drawing room and after 8-10 min; she messaged.