I gently took it into my mouth and sucked its smooth texture. I was very careful not to wake you, and I took the skirt of my nightgown, and rubbed the...base of your penis with it as I held my mouth over the end. Within a few seconds, you blew a warm sticky wad of your cum into my mouth, and I fingered myself to a shattering orgasm as I let it pool on my tongue. It never happened again like that after that night, and I have felt guilty ever since.I took her in my arms and comforted her telling. In search of the moment,She surely would treasure.But it wasn’t enough,As her hips rolled and rocked.What she really needed, Was a warm stiff cock.She panted and played,Wondering what to do.For her lover wouldn’t be by,For an hour or two.Her cheeks were now rosy,Her breathing quite quick,And all she could think of, Was mounting a dick.Then a noise from below, She thought she did hear.But her passion too greatAnd she did not care.Her lover it was Approaching the door.Unaware of his presenceShe. Dusk would be right eight o’clock and I wanted to shower and shave and put on a nice change of clothes. I needed to look my best for her, my mysterious angel. For in my mind, an angel she was. As O Henry and Tarkington had written back in the thirties, “I was smitten of her beauty.” In the space of a few scant seconds she had become a grand obsession with me.I returned to the cemetery just minutes before sun down and impatiently waited for her. Actually I was close to a half hour early. And If. But now, it was time to change that. Patrick was settled in front of the fire, a paperback in his hands, some trashy adventure story she noted. Well, she’d not chosen him for his taste in literature. He looked up at her as she passed. ‘Nearly ready, I just want to change, and then give me five minutes to serve.’ ‘Smells great,’ He returned to his book. Rachael picked the chosen items from the wardrobe, and went into the bathroom. She emerged transformed. Gone were the comfortable, practical.