“No, ma’am.” He said emphatically. So I knelt on his chest and then moved up, straddling his head. I lowered my pussy just close enough for him ...o see and smell me but not to touch me.I held that position for over ten minutes and he finally begged to lick me. I pulled his head into me and slowly settled onto his eager mouth. I gently caressed the back of his head as he drove his tongue into me, seeking the source of my wetness. He had a marvelous tongue, reaching, probing and licking my walls.. "I know I don't have to say it, but I'm going to, anyway. First thing after they leave the honeymoon suite, make sure your man knows you love him. Nothing is going to be accomplished with either of them feeling guilty about this."The women hugged, and shortly everyone had left except Diana and Evie. Evie relaxed into the seat and the blue beams came on. Diana pulled another seat near to watch over the little Queen while Little One worked.Fifteen minutes later, Evie awoke with her breasts. “Go talk to Ms. Morello.”“Thanks,” I said.She giggled.I took out a slim paperback from my satchel, and a sharpie. Hovering around the group that surrounded her, listening to fairly interesting questions, and clever and often amusing answers from her, I awaited my turn.She noticed me and beckoned me forward. “Looks like one of my plays,” she smirked.“Sorry Ms. Morello.”“Betty, please.”“Okay Betty. I’m Joe.”“Hello Joe.”“Uhm ... this is actually for a friend who’s envious I get to meet you.”She. That should have been our conversation over with for now, but his need to demean me causes him to carry on, his conviction of his own superiority feeding a bestial need to rub my nose in the fact that he was going to meet my Wife for sex tonight. A step on his path to shame me and ultimately destroy any self-respect or idea I may have of remaining a man. “So tonight’s the night har har ... Y’know, I never realised how aptly named you are, not only Cook, har har but Isaiah, or should that be Isa.