The flower lady said, “You’re going to have to get roses at a minimum. You might even need two dozen roses.”“I’m going to include a poem,”...Sean said. “Women love poetry.”“Which poem?” the flower lady asked.“I’m writing it as soon as I get home,” Sean said.The flower lady said, “You might need three dozen roses.”“I’m great poet,” Sean said.“Let me guess ... it is going to start with ... Roses are red.”“How did you know?” Sean asked looking at her in amazement.“It was a lucky guess. You might. I grabbed it and started trying to get my mouth around it, and suck it. I lost track of my surroundings nothing matter but his big dick. Before long I felt like something was hitting me in the head. for the first time since I I got that big cock in my mouth I opened my eyes to notice the other guy from the booth, bouncing his hard cock off the top of my head while kissing the guy i was blowing. I reached out and grabbed his cock too. they broke their kiss and said he is a hungry cocksucker. As he wallowed in the exquisite pleasure found inside her passage he grew aware Helen was in the continual throes of soft orgasm. There didn't seem to be either an end or a beginning, it just seemed to be constant. Only when he concentrated could he even feel her breathing.Leaning up from her he began licking her face and throat. Tiny soft licks, never two alike he tasted her completely. Moving further down he began gently, softly, completely ravaging her breasts. He stayed away from her. We can become better together. I amnot going to follow his suggestion. I know who is best for me and I knowwho my heart and soul wants. You! You are the lady my heart wants, youare the lady that is the best for my soul.It would not be fair to another lady for me to go out on a date withthem, while I am in love with you. It also would not be fair to go outwith another lady with Marci around."Helen cringed inside when Doug brought up Marci. Helen was the DrFrankenstein to Marci and now was.