I could start to feel his legs start to shake, it felt like he was pumping to my rhythm but I'm not sure if he was or not. Still cradling his big ball... sucking on his dick like there is no tomorrow he lets out one last grunt and with out any kind of warning BLASTS a HUGE load in my mouth and down my throat. I start gagging at the amount of cum he just unleashed in to my mouth in one shot. I quickly swallow and catch up to the next few blast of cum erupting from his cock. And when I say erupting. In the darkness Kent laid his hand on his wife’s arm. He knew she was still awake even though her back was to him. Slowly he moved closer and slid his hand around to grope her breast. In a quick jerk she moved further away from him and pushed his hand away. Not to be deterred Kent slid his arm around her and leaned over to whisper in her ear. ‘Wanna make love?’ Cathryn scowled in the darkness and pushed his arm off. ‘No, I want to go to sleep.’ ‘Come on it’s been a month and a half.’ Kent. It wasn’t thick like saliva, but it wasn’t as thin as water. And it tasted good, like a salty sweet liquid. It wasn’t very much, but I could still feel it as it seeped into my mouth with each suck. Her breathing grew heavier, slowly growing to moans. Then the moans started getting louder. As she got louder, I licked faster. As I licked faster, more juices began to produce. My tongue was starting to hurt. “Don’t stop!” she exclaimed, now hardly able to control her breathing. “Don’t stop!” she. She sank down on the bed and wept. It sounded good. Maybe too good, but he had to come. Would he come? God she hoped so. Of course he’d come. He just had to! Meantime she had Peter and Little Sorrel to worry about. Were they OK? She hoped so. She got off her ass and plopped her knees on the floor. She needed to pray. ———— After the meeting with Florence and Warren where they agreed to turn things over to Florence Fletcher went home. He had to speak with Byron and Mary and he had to invent some.