I woke just after six that next morning and after showering and shaving went back through to the bedroom, I opened my underwear draw and took out a pa...r of white boxer shorts and slipped them on then as I glanced in the mirror I again thught of that stranger and again my cock started to rise, half an hour later fully dressed I went down stairs where I drank two cups of coffee before bidding and kissing my wife farewell telling her I would be late home as I was heading up north. I made my way to. She remembered thinking that if he would just die a natural death, she may be able to salvage her life with Jack and her girls.Once her cunt got used to his size, she figured the best way to ‘get it over with’ would be to cooperate. She grabbed his thighs and began moving under him, “Yeah, baby, now you get the idea… gnnnhh… mmm… I got a load in me that needs to cum out, big time… ahh… ahh… OHHHH… OHHHH!! OH, BABY, HERE IT CUMS… I… GRRRR… I’MMM… CUMMMMMMING!! AH.. YEAH,,, AH,, YEAH,,, AHHHHH….. Had I been sober I might have thought more about what she was saying, but in the same way one drunk thinks another drunk is funny, I just chalked what she was saying up to the booze.What that means is I didn't try to take advantage of her. I concentrated on just trying to take care of her.I got her to her bedroom by half carrying her. Her arms were around me and she was humming, not quite singing. I didn't undress her or anything like that. I just got her on the bed and draped the bedspread. ”Tommy seemed to be reading my cravings perfectly. Although I did have a strong desire to taste him, at the time I didn’t know where my actions were leading. I could tell that my strong need to taste him was overpowering my fear of what he would think of me or what it would mean to my psyche.I tentatively pressed my tongue against his scrotum and found that the taste was like the musky, sweaty aroma. I liked the taste, but even more, I liked the thought that I was really tasting pussy juice on.