We got dressed and I left their home wondering what had just happened.On the way home, I could not get out of my mind that I had swallowed Ron's cum. ... was not sure what I thought about it, but I had a hard on as I recalled all that had happened that night. As I tried to sleep that night, I could only think about the taste of Ron's cum in my mouth. As the night went on I began to entertain thoughts about getting more of Ron's cum myself. I was fantasizing about sucking his cock, taking his cum. Come in. Please.” I moved back into the hallway, and paused as he spoke again. “I'll just take these off. Don't wanna be treading all kinds of crap around.” I smiled. “No, thanks. I doubt the wife'd like it much.” He smiled up back at me as he unlaced the black boots and tugged his feet out of them. I gulped and wondered why a sweaty football sock was making my stomach do the kind of flips that are generally reserved for, well, a sweaty rest of him. “Phone's in there.” I pointed to the living. I've always been a breast man and she reminded me how much she enjoys nipple play. So, if she really wanted her breasts done, I said it was okay with me. She asked, "What do you think about a woman having other body piercings besides nipples?" I said that I had never thought about it and, later that evening, we continued discussing breast implants and tattoos. I asked how big she wanted her breasts to be. The surgeon had given her pictures of what she would look like but we didn't make any. I was sitting on the chair by my front door when she walked by with the dogs. I called out to her, “Nancy, got a minute?” She reluctantly walked over to me, the dogs anxious to get some new attention. “What is it”? she asked. “Well, I was wondering how your dogs reacted to the fireworks in the neighborhood last night?” I inquired.“You mean those fucking assholes down the street with the cherry bombs?” she queried. “Yes, my cat went into the closet and hasn’t come out yet.” I said. Before she.