Now that she had stopped fingering herself she soon felt relaxed. She thought about his face and body some more. She knew she liked it. She simply won...ered what if? She thought about his voice as well. She thought about that smile of his too. She knew she “loved” that smile. She even thought about his short frame too. Yeah but why of all people would she be thinking about him? Why of all people was she thinking about Fr. Dennis? It didn’t make any sense at all. Why Fr. Dennis, she asked herself. ..workmen, people in Mandy's social circle, in fact almost any guy who spoke to her, etc etc. Anyone, it seemed, except me. I soon also discovered she wasn't as genuine to me as she pretended, and the shock of discovering her slatings of me behind my back turned my world upside down. I was torn to bits by it; and it caused such intense emotional turmoil for me I went on antidepressants. Perhaps, I've since wondered, was she a habitual teaser and control freak, and somehow got off on the power. I play the keyboards, bass guitar and sing for our world music band, No More Hate. We have two percussionists, three guitarists and a female lead singer. Our debut album went platinum, and after that we were all rich. We’ve been together about 8 years now. We all bought adjacent property on the Oregon coast, this made it very easy to jam. I’m 35, and I love having fresh groupies every night. However, I was finding it less enjoyable. I knew that if I wanted to have healthy c***dren I’d better. Ruth looks up at me as her hands glide across my body and cups my scrotum in one hand while gently cradling the base of my stiff cock in the other. She touches the base of my cock with the tip of her tongue and slowly licks her way to the circumcised head.“Ooh, that’s it.”Reaching the head, she swirls her tongue around, and then holds her open mouth above the tip. She gently blows her warm breath onto the tip and along the length of my shaft, to my scrotum.“Aaahhh, please don’t stop.”Starting.