She climbed over and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue coated in her tasty juices. Andi went back to my cock and slowly stroked it, cupping m... balls, licking the tip every so often. Her strokes were torture, my cock pulsing hard, her strokes so slow. Her fingers twirling around the tip. My balls were filling with my load. Her strokes so so slow, the build up was everlasting. Andi then stopped stroking and began to flick the bottom of my cock head with her slick fingers. My cock was. I could see my destination sitting on top of a hill about a mile and a half away and going the other way would be a five-mile walk to reach a phone. I grabbed my bag and set out for Charlie's place.As I trudged up the hill I thought, for at least the twentieth time, that I really didn't want to be there. I would much rather have been in my own home with my wife all to myself rather than having to share her with thirty or forty other people, especially since she had been gone almost a week.. . Especially a shower. I'm normally a two shower a day girl. I love being clean. Clean skin, clean hair, clean clothes, clean bed sheets. God, how I love the feel of just laundered 500 count cotton bed sheets on my skin. I sleep in the nude.Glancing down between my boobs at my filthy body just made me want to cry. Yeah, I was naked in here, but what the hell, it was too damned hot for clothes. Putting my head back down on the pile of clothes I was using as my pillow, I sighed and tried to clear. Even something as simple asthe waltz was an entirely new dance from the woman's side. Being led ina dance is far more difficult than leading and I was having to think notonly of ensuring my feet make the correct moves, but to concentrate onthe body and hand pressures that my partner was using to let me know whatwas coming next. Lose concentration and suddenly you find that insteadof following into a reverse turn, you kick each other because you readthe signal as a whisk and chassis and go.