Strong stuff too.He carried the things over to the coffee table and set them down, then sat back down in the green chair.The guest still stood silentl... at the door. He struggled to open the aged bottle and settled for smashing the neck of the bottle off on the edge of the table, spilling clear liquid onto the wood floors. ?Oh no, oh no, oh dear?? he sputtered stumbling to clean up the mess.He bent low to the floor to collect the shattered glass, but halfway down, shook his head and stood up.He. ” she obeys and stokes the tip of his dick in slow, long strokes with her tongue, “Swirl your tongue around it... Ahhhhhh... Just like that.” She had learned from a sadist friend of hers about giving head, she knew how it would generally feel for him and about what to do if she started to gag; if he wasn't in to it. He was surprised when her tongue began sliding left-to-right on the underside of his shaft, still only the head in her mouth, she held her mouth wide open for him to see her . I moaned softly as a feeling of a mini like orgasm rushed through me. The first incredible feeling and indication that sucking and pleasuring cock could bring. With outstreched lips, I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. The flavor made my mouth water and I drooled down the front of my shirt. The man on the other side to the wall back moving back and forth. He was fucking my mouth. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around his base and stroked him as he moved. Without warning, I. If I had, would she have gone to such an extreme? If we'd been able to resurrect our friendship, would things have been different - for both of us? Guilt piled upon the disappointment and despair.The days blurred into months, the months into years. There was no joy, no happiness, no satisfaction, only the constant ache of being out of place. I began to doubt my own sanity. Had the swap actually happened, or was it just some twisted dream, a product of my strange obsession? I didn't know,.