Frank didn't need any urging. He was a natural pussy-freak. He lathered every inch of her cunt with his hot saliva, tonguing deep into the steamy fold... and scooping up her salty hot cream. Vicky was going out of her mind with excitement.As she'd told him, Don never did this to her any more. And she was willing to bet that Frank had stopped doing it for Joan. The only thing that could get his excitement up was making it with a new woman.And Vicky had to admit to herself that she loved making it. I already knew what I wanted to give thanks for. He began softly as he held my hand so gently I had to think about it to know his fingers were actually moving over my skin. “I give thanks,” he began, “I have been blessed in so many ways. Enough food to nourish me and my family, and enough family to take my wife away at just the right time.” His eyes turned to me as he blushed slightly, “Enough love to know that Sherry will forever be the only woman I want, the only one that can satisfy my every. It looked as if she was trying to coax it back to life. Her other hand had slid to her pussy, rubbing in a circular motion. Despite her attention and clear desire for more, he stood and started getting dressed. She kissed him and was trying to pull him back to her, but she reluctantly put on a robe and they left her room.I had thought all was done and began cleaning up the mess I made. As I was looking for a towel I saw her light come back on. She was alone now and still in her robe. Her. “Ah...yes...” he moaned. He watched her small feminine hands work along his shaft. “Suck it,” he now commanded as he grasped her head and pushed it towards his cock. Having a deep desire to satiate him, she opened her mouth and closed her lips around the large head of his penis. “Oh fuck...” he groaned beginning to move her head further along his length. When she began to gag, he moved her head back, and then forward again. Having grown bored of the pace, he held her head in place and began to.