"That was even more lame than Miller calling me Grasshopper, I thought.But then the most amazing thing happened. Cyrano explained at length how the C...unt should have insulted him. I was amazed. In the space of just a few minutes, and seemingly on the spur of the moment, he came up with more than a dozen ways to make fun of his own oversized nose! This guy is my hero, I chuckled to myself.I stood in front of the TV entranced, munching on my midnight snack as the wit continued. The Count. I thank you buddy, I really do.” She smiled. For the first time I saw her genuine smile. I saw her bright shining teeth and enticing movement of her succulent cheeks that had a deep dimple in it. I could detect trust and relief in that smile and from the look in her eyes. She squeezed my arm as we got up to leave. The silent spectator between my legs stirred up in anticipation. Fortunately one of my business circle friends, a fellow called David, was a well known advocate on social matters,. The next he was on top of me with one hand around my throat and his tongue buried in the back of my mouth while the headboard pounded against the wall. I was constantly wet, each day I’d come home and step out of another sopping pair of panties. This was crazy, I’d never talked to anyone like this, let alone to someone who I hardly knew. I don’t know what it was about him but the way he texted me made me crave him. By the end of the week, every muscle in my body was stiff. My fingers weren’t. She reached out with her tongue to flick the end of it each time it came close. He thrust farther and she was able to take some of him into her mouth. He was very gentle. Too gentle, Sarah thought and instructed him to thrust harder. She got more of him into her mouth. She wondered if she should ask him to fuck her properly. She was wet and ready, and thought that having gone this far it was dumb not to find out what it would be like to have him inside her. But then she remembered that she had.