At first things improved. She began to use less Jip, even on occasions when what she did was disgusting and humiliating. Ron seemed to reciprocate, es...ecially to her romantic gestures and even though she could still not reach orgasm with him, she was encouraged that things would get better.But after a rare weekend when Ron was away at a conference and her services were not demanded, Ron returned to a candlelight dinner and wife dressed in flimsy negligee only to beg off because of exhaustion.. She continued to suck my cock, her head bobbing up and down, as I felt the car turn into the field and come to a stop."Hey, leave me some, get out of the car," Connie squawked as she grabbed a handful of Judy's hair and pulled her mouth up and off my cock. "Get the blankets out of the back and spread them on the ground in front of the car. I'll leave the lights on so we can see what we are doing too." She climbed out the driver's side door, and pulled my by the arm out behind her. I felt her. She laid on her back with me next to her on my side and started making out again. I only had one free hand. As much as I wanted to play with those perfect tits, I had to get my hand back on her cock. I started at her flat stomach and slowly slid my hand down and under the waist line of her panties. I didn't stop until my finger tips reached the tip of her dick. I massaged it a little before pulling it from it's tucked away position until it was facing upright. She let out a soft moan when I. Well, at least not on my lips. Rather, she went to my neck and shoulders, kissing and biting very gently. I let out an approving moan and she continued downward. When she reached my chest, she got off me to allow her to move further down. Down my chest she went, past my ribs where my heart pounded like a piston in a Formula 1 car, where my diaphragm frantically pumped in and out to supply me with precious air. At this point, though, I felt like I needed her mouth encasing my penis more than I.