.... nude?" "Completely. I'm sorry. It just happened and I didn't know how to ..." Completely?" she asked suddenly replaying that morning, the walking...around and standing sitting. Her mouth first fell open, then was covered with her hand. It was a long moment that we sat there just staring at each other. "You are so incredibly, achingly beautiful in the nude." I expected her to cry. She didn't. I expected her to yell, she didn't. "Show me?" I finally asked again. She looked to be considering. Fiona settled into giving me a magnificent blowjob, god this women could suck serious cock, she was a cocksucking expert, one day I thought Alice will be this good with more practice.I was so engrossed in the sensations of Fiona's warm mouth devouring my dick that the door crashing open nearly didn’t register.“Oh shit” we both said in unison and jumped onto the sofa, I grabbed the paper and put it across my lap covering my wilting tool. Fiona didn’t have time to grab anything from the other. I hate the word pussy or beaver, any of the cute terms for my cunt annoy the hell out of me. Cunt is raw, earthy, dirty, oozing: just like sex should be. Just thinking that I’m going to go home and finger fuck my cunt can get me all worked up even after a stressful day of teaching. I feel the same about the words cock and cocksucker. I’m so polite in my everyday world that I find these thoughts exhilarating and freeing. Sometimes as I drive home I’ll string a bunch of them together. “ God, I’d. RTShe closed the door. They had delivered the parcel on time, as they hadcompassionately undertaken to do. She had given the courier a small tipfrom the left pocket of the apron she had been wearing. The courier hadwished her all the best and had walked back to his van. It left the veryhumble townhouse neighborhood.She, once, had been younger and had known so much more about life.She was older now. Her hair was salt and pepper and hung lifelessly. Herforehead was wrinkled: age and worry. Her.