’ I knelt in front of him and picked up his cock, looking it over, feeling it’s size and weight. I stroked it gently. He was about 3/4 hard, about...8 inches long. My heart was beating loudly as I opened my mouth and took him in. All my apprehension dissolved immediately. I swirled my tongue around the head, enjoying the feel of the structure. I worked around that beautiful head with my lips and tongue, eliciting moans of delight from my subject. I worked on him for about 15 minutes or so, going. We had gone out there to a country western bar to use some of the dance steps Blossom had taught our bald wife and me.We had dinner at a little cafe and then had danced before driving out and parking. A few days ago, I asked Lynn what she would like to do for our date.“Lover, when we first met, we never really got to go out and dance or have dinner. We always met at The Bar-Bar and went to my house. I would like to go out for dinner, then go dancing, and then I want to find a nice quiet spot to. ’ Bruni whispered, knowing that as she nodded, she knew his language. Taking the rag from her scratched hand, Bruni rinsed it in the rapids, pulling her tunic back enough to see her wound, but keep her modesty and make her comfortable to his touch. He roared with anger in his head as she flinched in pain, the bleeding stopping on her torn flesh, but the skin turning violent shade of purple and black around the bite. ‘Did he hurt you’ Bruni paused, composing himself, ‘anywhere else?’ Bracing. When Linda's 50th birthday came closer, they had long talks about how to celebrate."You know," Linda said; "50 is not that much of a fiesta. I'd much rather just have you two around on the day, and then save the family-friend party for the following Saturday." So on her birthday she cooked a dinner for just the three of them, just like in 'the old days' when the boys were still living at home.The boys had brought plenty of good wine, and contrary to her customary ways, Linda consumed quite a.