. wow ….”She was unaware about anything than the powerful strokes given by my brew. I fucked her for more than half an hour and her thick juice ma...e a pool on the flower. He was lying like a huge white sheep on the slab.. I too began to get tired so i slowly stopped my blow.. . We remind in the same position for fifteen minutes so that we could relax.Then she stood up and told me to serve the food. I didn’t allow her to remove the head of the brew from her and it was like an organ then. She. I obligingly dived in. He groaned aloud as I slipped my mouth over his engorged tip. I could tell he’d only hoped our adventure would progress so far. He fisted his hands into my long, dark hair, and arched his back as I wrapped my left hand around the base of his shaft and cupped his balls with my right. As he began to swell and grow slicker with my saliva, I tightened my grip just enough to increase his pleasure, twisting my soft fist over him as I flattened my tongue and wrapped it. There were a few more smears after I read it as there were tears in my eyes too. But what do I do? I think the best thing for me is to let her go completely and leave the area. Hopefully Craig can find something for me far away from here where I can maybe start anew.I know one thing for certain; I will never ever trust a woman again. It may screw up any future relationship I might have, but I will damn sure know where the next woman is at all times and who she is with even if I have to put a. We were only 12 years apart (she was 11 when I married at 23), but that's a long time at that age.After a gap while she was at college, we reunited at her graduation party, a big family do. I still remember the sight of her crossing the lawn to greet us. Gone were the baby fat, the glasses and the awkward gait. Here was a young woman in full flower, two inches taller and ten pounds lighter, with a model's confidence and strong, high cheekbones -- had I pinched that cheek? Her burnt-honey.