"I've told Aaron that we need to have a private meeting immediately. Ambrose is on his way back to the house now, and should be here any minute."I was...still getting my legs under me, despite the eye opener from Ginny, so I poured myself a cup of coffee from the pot on the counter. I drank my coffee black, having decided, when dad offered me my first cup while on a camping trip several years ago, that if I was going to be drinking coffee, I should drink coffee and not some coffee flavored soft. The trouble was, herefused. I tried different excuses but he insisted that he had a greatdeal of restyling of his house to do and he couldn?t let his wife Tinato do it all without him.There seemed no alternative to tackling him, and I gave it quite a bitof thought. If he was wearing a bra, which seemed certain by this timeas I believed I could see the outline of it myself from time to time,there was no way his wife didn?t know. As that was the case, having herat his side, I reasoned, would. He lapped at it, leaned forward, tongue still curled, and slowly drew in over half of my long cock, tongue still well out of his mouth lapping down the shaft. He was good. He began sucking, drawing out some fluid, then backed off the cock completely. "Man, you taste so good!" I heard him say. I still had my fingers at my cock base, pointing the weapon at him. He leaned forward, sucking as he went. He forced it into his throat and went down to the base in a smooth but powerful effort. The tip of. Everybody else paired up behind us. There were a few more girls than boys, so a couple of men had a woman on each arm. Mr. Westervelt led the way, and we walked into the dining room. Jeremy escorted me to a seat and held my chair while I arranged my skirts and sat down. Then throughout dinner he proved to be a most capable conversationalist. I learned all about his college experiences and his plans for the future. He would enter the family shipping business upon graduation in June. His was a.