” He came closer to me and took the drink from my hand. “Get down on your knees.” I didn’t know what to do so I did nothing. I just stood ther... looking at his bulge. Finally, with his free hand he pushed down on my shoulder and I slowly fell to my knees. I was now eye level with his crotch. I knew what he wanted and a part of me wanted it too. But I was a married woman and this was wrong. I heard him put down his drink then watched in awe as he unbuttoned his pants. Then he pulled out a penis. . good between her legs.Loni knew about where babies came from. She'd seen several childbirths. But she couldn't believe some of the stories she heard. Like that one her friend Manu had told her about a man sticking his penis in the hole a baby came out of. Of course a baby was lots bigger than a penis, so she knew it would fit, but those women in childbirth didn't act like they were having a fun time, and Manu swore that when a man stuck his penis in that hole it felt really nice. Loni had. I wish I could recall every second but the transports of ecstasy into which she and I plunged seem to preclude any clear precision on the part of memory. I do remember lying there, her face between my spread legs, her azure eyes locked on mine as her mouth clamped to my sex, sucking and licking while I reciprocated, bucking my hips to press her face, wanting her covered in the elixir of love her tongue so deftly called forth.I remember her lowering herself over my face, how I eagerly spread her. I stood shaking but my tears had almost dried up when he returned. God, how I hated him and hoped the glare I gave him conveyed that message but the fear of another hiding prevented me saying just what I thought of him. Sullenly and uncooperatively rigid, I just stood still while he removed all the rest of my clothing and put them in the washing machine. He came back with a pair of old slippers. "These will have to serve until I can look through the clothes we have in store," he informed me,.