I wasn’t particularly surprised when I got a ‘Dear John’ letter from her. She blabbed on and on about space, her needs, even her damned identity... I thought I’d be really upset but then I realized that the only thing she hadn’t written about was her selfishness. The more I thought about it, I began to feel relieved. If we had married I knew I would just be an appendage to her … that everything would be about Susan. Of course, I knew I would always remember her. I even carried a picture of her in. Vibe still inside me buzzing away, aftershocks continued to course through me and my weary gloved hands attempted to catch any drops and bring them to my mouth. Consciousness remained and I could not believe the length of my orgasm, I’d had climaxes before that were more intense, but never one which had lasted so long, or produced such a massive load.I felt so content, so relieved to have finally reached my goal. This had been my longest show by some margin, but also one of the most lucrative.. But it was a hell of a thrill feeling it grow inside my mouth. Bigger and bigger until I had to draw back. I pulled all the way off to take a good look. Nine inches long and as bid around as a large egg. The head and the shaft were the same size. Pre-come was just starting to ooze out the tip. I licked and sucked until my jaws got tired. I couldn't throat the whole thing, but I gave it my best shot."It's time to fuck," I told her and off she went to get a rubber. She came back and surprise. ” I smiled back“You pair of part-timers.” She laughed. “I hope you’re not getting him into your bad habits, sleeping in the sun all afternoon, you lazy old bugger.”“No” I replied “Only the good ones.” “Well it must have done him some good, he was just going out for the evening as I came in and he looked happy as Larry. Very chipper.”“Oh… Good.” I was pleased to hear it. “Anyway, it’s my turn now” she said as she stripped down to her thong in the doorway and came a sat on the now vacant lounger.