Oh, and look…Mr. Happy’s not happy any more.” He’d been so busy trying to catch his breath and deal with the varieties of pain, he hadn’t ev...n notice that he’d gone flaccid. Her lips felt like heaven when they sucked him in and lightly ran her fingernails around his burning sack. Like magic, his dick came back to life, but only just before she went back to work and started slathering a cold, white icing, like a balm over his balls. The fact that he felt its sudden coolness offset the burning. We stopped kissing and she looked me in the eyes with that half smile again.I still couldn’t talk but I was very excited. Carla’s hands rested on my shoulders and I felt her press gently downwards. I sank to my knees and there before me, poking upwards from her black silk panties was the most beautiful 6″ cock with a slight glisten at the head. I had never been this close up to one before, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take the head in my mouth and then slowly lower my. Over the years and especially since Amy, I've come to appreciate the slow, steady approach to passion. Release is more complete when delayed, when tension is greatest. Sure I'd like to plunge into what I could see and smell, to ravish the young bodies in front of me. But patience, Jake. Patience is rewarded.Amy pressed a tentative finger into Judy, then another, starting a gentle rhythmic stroke. Suddenly Judy froze, panting softly, as she came back to her surroundings. She smoothed down her. I hadn’t even seen her since the night she got drunk and passed out with her phone in hand. I came in to tuck her in and plug in her phone, saw the texts from the producer, left her a note, and never talked to her again. “Please, Jake! Wait a minute. There is no way this is just a coincidence. I’ve never forgiven myself for what I did. Please, let’s just talk.”I stood there, staring off into the calm, blue water of the Pacific and realized I couldn’t find a better place if I tried. “Fine. .