I placed my hand over hers and told her to go ahead. She gathered some courage and sipped it.She found it sour and told she won’t finish it. I told ...er it happens first time and told her to continue. All this while I was holding her hand and her grip also tightened as she gradually finished her drink. Even after her drink I did not leave her hand. I asked how she was feeling and she told she is a bit giddy but enjoying it. I offered her one more but she refused point blank. We placed order for. She came about 4 more times, and then she said she needed me to stop—she needed a break. I had worn her out, and we hadn’t even fucked yet. My dick was still throbbing. I wanted to cum so badly.She got up and she took her bra off. She kicked her shoes off and the sailed across the hotel room. Her feet were small. I instinctively grabbed one of her feet and started sucking her toes. She took the other foot and started to rub it on my dick. My mouth was covered in juices that dripped out of her. The other hand squeezed his shaft, in anticipation of the coming bursts. Senses on full alert, Sherry wanted to feel everything. Sam clutched the quilt, and groaned. His hips tensed in an upward arc. Sherry loosened her lips in preparation. The first explosion ricocheted off her tongue and down her chin. Her fingers stroked the shaft, and felt the spasm of each subsequent squirt. Her mouth pistoned up and down. Confident in her ability to handle the volume, she sucked in and swallowed what was. "I left her room and went to bed.We had a casual and relaxing breakfast in the morning. When we were all sitting and finishing our coffee I asked a question that had been bothering me. "Dad, how'd you guys beat us so badly last night?" Communications, Son, communications." Hunh?" Your mother and I have been together so long we know what each other is thinking when we play cards. It's stood us well, especially down here. We need it because it's a common trait of couples here, at least the ones.