“She’s sweet,” Milena said. “And I see you took my advice.”“To consider a long-distance relationship? Yes, though we’re nowhere near rea...y for that just yet.”“But you’re thinking about it. May I ask a totally out of line question?”“At this point? You may as well.”“Is the sex good enough that it will satisfy you?”“She’s not boring.”Milena laughed, “I think my definition of boring and your definition of boring might be different.”“Am I boring?”“Conventional was what I said.”“So, boring.”Milena. I was happy to just sit there, occasionally talking, as I watched Jill’s back as we talked and she sorted through various clothes and she packed her clothes. When she wanted to take a break, we headed downstairs and I asked her a question that I’d not had the wit to ask yet. “Honey, exactly how long is this road trip and the series of roadshows planned to take?”Seeing the look that appeared on Jill’s face, my mind went back to the previous evening when I’d sensed a reluctance on her part to. . again and again... squeezing and milking the throbbing, thickening erection... ratcheting the pumping couple's excitement up, higher and higher until the cock-sauce was flying everywhere!Tara did practice slipping a lubed vibrator in and out of her ass, but she didn't like it very much. She finally conceded silent defeat, knowing there was nothing else she could do, but hope no one decided to buttfuck her.All week, Tara worked on their new house, shopping and decorating. She practiced her. "And he did. The first spurt hit my throat with force and then another. I could hardly swallow before a further burst of cream flooded my mouth. I was sure I'd choke, and was about to panic, but the cock was pulled slightly away from my mouth allowing me to catch my breath. As this happened sperm spilled over my lips and trickled down my chin. I could feel droplets hitting my tits and my nipples tightened.I regained my composure, my mouth still full of thick, sticky, salty fluid. I swallowed.