I licked her pussy and ass as she came down. She then rotated around and slid her pussy onto my cock and within minutes I fucked her pussy and clit to...another orgasm. I had not cum yet and she crawled down between my legs and began sucking me. I felt her finger press against my ass until it popped in. She then fingered and sucked me until I shot a load into her mouth.As we both came down, she commented “most men don't do that” to which I replied “do what?” she replied “eat their own cum”. I. . I began to work my finger in Erin's pussy more vigorously. Pushing it in as deep as possible, I found her clit with my thumb and rolled around and over it while sluicing my finger in her increasingly juicy hole. Erin groaned and trembled, her hips jerking and bucking."Oh, jeez," she panted. "You don't know how good that feels! I've... It's been a while. I... I... Oh, god!"I began to have a plan for a way out of my dilemma. I'd make her come this way. Then I could get away without actually. That's what my boyfriend called me. Just the sort of accusation that makes a person petulant.I woke alone in his bed. I thought he might be making breakfast, our Saturday morning ritual. The apartment, though, was too quiet. Then I remembered him telling me, the evening before, he had a few hours work to do at his office. After lunch, he'd promised, the weekend was for us. Perhaps the sound of the door closing behind him had woke me. The clock read a bit past twenty minutes after eight, an hour. A couple of days a week, I pour wine for visitors, schmoozing with them, promoting the region, the industry, and the winery itself. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had working. How can you possibly go wrong, pouring samples, tasting wine, and flirting with lots of pretty women. At least that’s what I thought up until she walked in the door. ‘She’ was Tammy, a 38 year old, married woman, with long curly blonde hair. She was hired back in May to work with me in the tasting room, and we hit it off.