She swallowed every drop, never gagging or chocking, her tongue actually tickling the tip of my dick as it went soft in her mouth. I had nothing left,...my knees so weak I thought I was going to fall down on top of her. She was still licking and sucking on me, making soft mewing sounds, her hands rubbing and lightly squeezing my balls. When she finally stood up, she kissed me on the lips, her tongue in my mouth, a slightly salty taste on it, the scent of my cum on her breath. I kissed her back. “Yes,” said I. My limbs were aching from exposure to night-air, as I spoke.Three days had made a great change in me. My prolonged abstinence from women, and now my recovery, my taking more to animal food, wine, and my usual mode of living, the quiet life I was leading, all my physical forces at their highest. My cock stood from morning till night, not a woman passed me, young or old, without my desiring them. I thought of nothing else, and to this perhaps is due the variety of poking I got.. Opening it, I found nothing akin to bank records, only socks and underwear. Now I’m meticulous with my financial information, always making payments on time, watching that my bank account is never overdrawn, and staying on top of re-occurring bills. Everything was sorted and organized, yet they weren’t here, so where were they? ‘What are you looking for?’ ‘My financial papers. They were right here,’ aggravation tinged my voice. ‘Oh, I put them in this cupboard. Your dresser is for your clothes. I leaned forward and put my hands on his chest, partly for support. He had a tiny bit of hair on his chest. I looked down between our bodies and saw the tent shape his stiff dick made in his boxers. My panty-covered cunt glided over his cock, back and forth. Nothing seemed to be happening, but he was really hard.I reached down and took the end of his cock between my fingers. I squeezed the head gently and he took a sudden breath. His hips moved up against me and a few drops of wetness appeared.