Her palm opened and then shut over the full girth, and she began to slowly pump me. She hadn’t given above a dozen strokes when my orgasm was upon m..., as if from nowhere. I had precious little warning, and as I started to say “hey! Hang on!” my first globule of semen splashed onto her belly, followed by several more, making a pattern on her midriff and thighs. A cum-collage, you might say. I bucked at the knees as she milked the last few drops from my penis. I expected her to be angry, or at. "I ... I don't know, Jon. Why ... Why wouldn't there be?" Well ... Because ... You..." His mouth was working soundlessly, as though trying words on for size, discarding three for every one. "You left," he said finally. "You said that ... That you couldn't live with ... With someone who ... Who wasn't Christian."She wasn't sure she could face that. How right she had been—and how wrong. "And you said that you couldn't live with ... With someone who needed you to be one. You said it wasn't for. Twirls.. stroking..stroking me softly. Deeply caressing my vagina. As her fingers circled inside me slowly.. deeply. She latched on my vagina suckled me deeply. Covered in her Warm kisses licks and squeezed.she Caressed me slowly..Snuggling me with a tight embrace. Hot warm snuggles nuzzling my breast and licking my nipple. Biting soft. ‘ silence’ she whispered. .the massage getting darker. The fingering deeper.’ Relax’ She whispered.stroking my vagina in a dark caress. Pulling me to her in a. Settling back into the seat, my mind wandered back over the events of the evening. A blind date, set up by friends at work. Cocktails and dancing- his idea. I wore my favourite Chanel little black dress, my new Louboutin patent pumps and a simple choker at my neck. The evening had started well, he was polite, chatty, good looking, attentively listening to my answers as we went through that 'getting to know you' phase. It continued to go well until his fourth cocktail within the hour, and his.