“Yes, I want to make it easier for you to..”, she trailed off her words.“Easier for me to what?”, I questioned her.“Easier for you to eat it...”Her face was red. She did not faze when she sucked my cock but she was flustered when she talked about eating her pussy.“Oh! How thoughtful of you! I will thank you by eating it all day.” (Yes, I was really planning to eat her pussy).We had already talked about eating pussy during our phone sex. Her husband used to eat her out from time to time and she. She couldn’t get enough as she experienced rolling orgasms over and over, actually loosing count. By this time Darren’s tongue got very tired even though he was extremely aroused. He was beginning to wonder when this lady would stop as he needed relief himself. His cock was stretched to a length he had never seen before. It was ready to burst. As soon as Cindi relaxed he jumped on the bed and sat on her tits, driving his manhood down her throat. He started to pump it faster and faster until. I was embarrassed. She walked into the bedroom leaving the door open. Thats Ok faggot, I havent taught you better yet. She lifted the blankets and took a quick peek at my near flaccid cock. Every time I see a white bois dicklet they seem to get smaller. She dropped the blankets. I feel back on my standard line when my wife was mad at me and I was unsure what to do, Im sorry. She stared at me as if waiting for something. Then finally spoke, Goddess. I didnt know what she meant, What? Her. “Maybe, would you like me to?” Mitch asked.“Yes, now kiss me again,” I replied.Then we kissed once again, just as his phone rang.“Who the fuck is calling now?” I asked.He picked up his phone and saw who was calling. He showed it to me, it was Cassandra.“I'll make it quick sis, I promise,” Mitch said.“You better, fiance,” I replied.Then we kissed again and he answered the phone.“Hello,” Mitch said.I wasn't sure what was said, but I got the impression that over that year she was thinking about.