”“Yes!” I gasped, my bowels clenching, forcing more of the cum up to her hungry tongue.She probed into me over and over. She had me trembling an... aching. I groaned, my heart pounding as her tongue dipped into me again and again. She teased me. It was delicious. Intense. A wonderful delight to experience.I rubbed my butt-cheeks into her face as her tongue darted and swirled around inside of me. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. Her tongue felt incredible in me. Then she did something really. She explained about Devin, and how hurt she had been. He told her he understood that, but he wanted her to be his. She told him that for now she was, he kissed her. They dated for about a year. Till one day he came to her and told her he had to go back to Puerto Rico. His family needed him, and he wouldn’t be gone long. He left three days later, a week went by, then two, then a month, and she knew he was never coming back. All the memories of Devin and how she felt when he left came rushing. I feared if someone saw me wiping my cock head they would think I was touching myself sexually, so I left it alone. The wetness had oozed down the shaft and head. I could see myself in a mirror that was set up on the opposite wall of the studio and the glistening was quite visible. I wondered if anyone else had noticed. It was now the end of the five minute poses and the group would now take a rest break. I went back to the screened area and donned my work coat. And Lucy came back and told me. I need cock.The cruise was such a success I found true love with my left hand second finger and a very large dildo I bought in a shop in Marsailles.I got home from Southampton to my little house in the sunny suburb of Carshalton at just gone midnight and, too exhausted to do anything else, fell into bed and slept soundly.It was just gone nine o’clock next morning when I woke. The house was silent and I guessed my son, Tony, had stayed with his girlfriend. They were getting married in six weeks.