Miss Bowen and I went to the kitchen and made coffee and after the second cup Miss Bowen said she felt too tired to drive on home. I offered her a bed...in our guestroom. She could have her own full bath ensuite. I offered her one of my wife’s robes and a nighty for the night but she refused saying she always slept nude and having a ensuite bath she would not need anything more. We said good night and I left to my own bedroom and stripped off to my shorts. I was about to crawl in to bed when. His cock was throbbing. I couldn't take any more. My pussy started contracting milking his dick “IM CUUUUUMMMMIIINNGGG UGHHMMMMMMMMM’ my body spasmed with the most intense orgasm. He fucked even harder. With his body hunched over my back he wrapped his hand over my mouth. A voice I could never forget… “I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP” His dick shot ropes deep inside hitting my cervix. It wasn't Michael. I tried pulling his hand off my mouth. He flipped me over and pulled off the blindfold.. His face turned miserable. "And maybe for myself too."I moved closer to him and pressed my body against him. He was rigid, almost trembling; it was strange to be next to him. I kissed him on the lips—no, that might not be a good idea, better get his cheek instead. "You don't have to be afraid for me."He said nothing."Jeez, Derek, you need to calm down," I said. "It's not like you're going to your execution or anything." What if you're a black widow," he said. "They eat their mates after they're. “No... but...”, she answered between licks.“But what??” I demanded.“I’ve practiced...” “on plenty of things...” “but they weren’t...” “this...” size...” she finished. I flexed my cock unexpectedly up and let it slap down on her tongue, to which she giggled “ah! ah!” Excitedly to while licking again.“Let’s see what a cock stuffed in your mouth looks like.” I said with a grin. “Give me your best blowjob.” She looked up at me and smiled gratefully with her hands still behind her head. She.