Well we ended up having sex in my office." But you're married to me!" I said, my voice sounded pitiful and weak."Yes Honey, but with you I never reali...ed how good sex was. Once I had real sex ... well I can't give it up now. I do love you and I hope you stay with me but I can't give up real sex now."Right then I knew I should pack a bag and go and stay with friends, however Jessica owned our house, had me sign a deadly prenuptial agreement that would leave me only my clothes and I'd lose my job. Funny, it was while I was sucking your cock that you asked me to move in with you. Brilliant timing. I chuckle at the memory and bite my lower lip.My mouth's dry. Hot chocolate, I need a hot chocolate. Beckoning a barista, I place my order and nod when she asks if I’ve finished with the pastry. The debris is removed and the table top wiped properly. Puffing out my cheeks, I lean on the clean surface, open my handbag and take out a book. It’s a fat, well-read, dog-eared guide to the Pacific. ", then, the next time his cock came forward, my mouth was open, and his cock went in.As it was in my mouth, it got harder, and thicker, filing my mouth. Then he started stroking in and out. Easy, short strokes at first, then deeper, he put his hand on the back of my head. I just remained on my knees, and let him use my mouth. Up to now, I thought that a guy wasn't supposed to have another guy's cock in his mouth, that it was wrong, that it was queer. That was what I always heard. But this felt. Were realtors usually this late for appointments? Quite frankly I had no point of reference. I assumed, they were usually prompt--and the reader knows, or should know, what that means, more often than not--and so, assumption aside, where the hell was she?A Lincoln Town Car pulled in next to Mercedes, the female driving seemed to be in her late forties, slightly heavier than she should be. Oh well, any thoughts I might have been harboring about banging the realtor in return for the full.