Deandidn’t seem offended at the liberty she had taken.Madison knelt beside the bed and parted Dean’s legswith her hands. Dean’s cock...throbbed and grew a littlein anticipation. She took his cock into her hand andstroked it. She saw the metal of her wedding ringtouching the flesh of another man’s penis�and shedidn’t care. All that mattered in that moment wasDean’s glorious cock. She kissed the head lightly,dabbing a bit of pre-cum with her tongue, then took. ”With deft grace she pulled me into her mouth and I went from one soft limp inch to full length in less time than it takes to say it. Her enthusiasm and skill were unparalleled in my experience up to that time. Or since. I was quickly hornier than a satyr in a room full of virgins.It is not possible for me to describe what it is she did that was so very perfect. I was in heaven, nirvana, Valhalla, and Abraham’s bosom all at the same time. Time stood still as I hoped it would never end. I didn’t. Sonia had known Ms. Marzanna all her life but had never visited her home. She rarely even saw Ms. Marzanna at all, except around Halloween when she minded the pumpkin patch, as she always did. Each year she had a helper, too. An old woman couldn't cart all those pumpkins and drive all those posts into the ground herself, after all. Although she hadn't asked Sonia to do it either. She wondered who'd helped with that part? The kitchen was small and smelled like incense and library books and time.. For one thing, she had a solid pair of hips, which I liked. Beyond that, she looked poised; she seemed completely confident that her barstool was the place to be at the moment. She had not acknowledged my presence in any way. She looked straight ahead and seemed engaged in her own thoughts.I wasn’t sure what options I had to approach her. She seemed to be at least twenty-five, a half-decade older than I was. The seconds were ticking by and I had nothing to say. Well, I had to come up with.