I was surprised by the feel of it in my mouth. I didn't expect it to feel so warm and alive. I had touched his cock before but this new feeling was so...different and I have to admit so exciting. There was something very intoxicating and dangerous about what I was doing and I know it added to the attraction. My technique improved over the years but there is nothing to compare with your first blow job - giving or receiving.Jason at least stuck to his word, he didn't come in my mouth, at least not. " I spent the evening trying not to cum all over my lingerie.Friday, still no response from him, and I resigned myself to the fact that I'd be alone for the weekend, painting my face, trying on clothes, taking pictures, and fucking myself silly. And that, to tell the truth, didn't sound half bad. That evening, I got rid off all my body hair. All of it. Feet, legs, arms, underarms, chest, back, pubes, balls, even around my asshole. Then, I baby oiled myself, to make everything soft. It. My hand shifted up and across a little. I could feel the waist band of a tiny pair of panties; a lacey thong, as it turned out. My fingers, in the crook of her leg, edged under the side of her panties, feeling the smooth shaved skin beneath.Her hand squeezed the head of my penis through the trousers, and she smiled, leaning closer. Her breath in my face. "Maybe you would accompany me to the rest room." she said, with a look in her eye that was impossible to refuse.She led me by the hand, my. She had just finished making dinner for the both of us, arroz con pollo. I grab a plate and sit down next to her and we eat together. Midway through our I meal I tell I need to admit something. I tell I have never nor will I ever cheat on her but that I am bi sexual and want to sleep with other people but with her. She is at first confused and flabbergasted. After a few moments of awkward silence she says she understands, and ask what we should do. Overwhelmed with emotion, I tell I tell her.