” I was confused, as that was two days longer than we agreed upon. “What do mean, Sunday? Friday night is what you said.” “I’ve decided to...extend it until Sunday night. You’ll survive.” I didn’t know if I could. “But honey, please. I’ll be a good boy. Let’s have fun right now.” “We can still have fun,” my wife said. “Well, okay, I can still have fun. You need to go down on me now!” I suddenly felt optimistic. I figured that in the throes of passion she would let me out of my cage. . Second, I was going to try and concentrate on my career to make up for lost time. This would keep my mind occupied during this painful period so that I wouldn't constantly be thinking about things Lisa did with Bob.I talked it over with Lisa and she agreed we should take it slow. We began dating. I would see her two sometimes three times a week for dinner or a movie and most often sex. We were having sex more now than we had been having before our problem. The divorce became final and we both. There is something powerful about him that makes me starve for the taste of him. Rolling onto him I straddle him and lick along the seam of his lips, they are warm, full and inviting, I can feel his breathing increasing, as if he is torn now between sleep and waking to receive the pleasure I mean to give him. My body wiggles, I can feel his cock hardening against my belly. He moans as I slide my crotch over his cock rubbing it up and down over his boxers covered cock. By now my cock is getting. The doctor usually makes the trip to school twice a month. Then he examines the two girls that are next in line for their surgery. On the days of his visits the rest of the class knew whose turn it was. To save time the housemother of those girls would send them to breakfast, still wearing their nightgowns and today I am wearing my nightgown to breakfast."I see you have rounded out quite nicely," said the doctor."Thank you," I replied. Proudly showing off my almost 36 inch breasts."Please climb.