A dim nightlight created a dusky ambience. “Stop and get on your knees. And don’t say a word, just do it.” I heard a sigh full of anticipation a... she sank quietly to the carpeted floor. I saw a plush pillow on a chair to my left. I handed it to her. “Kneel on this,” I said. My cock, which still hung out of my unzippered fly, had softened some but started to stiffen as I walked around in front of her. “Suck my cock.” Her glassy eyes, no longer averted, stared at my dark shaft. Her wet lips. All I could think of was that my husband would think I was cheating on him, or doing something to cause it. I told him about it immediately, terrified of what he'd think. He heard me seriously sharing my fears and very much to my surprise, he didn't react as I'd expect—like getting mad or something. Actually, he laughed and made light of it. I felt hurt, like he was taking me for granted or didn't care enough to protect me, although he'd assured me a thousand times he loved me and wouldn't let. I don't want to have to go to the media and make their office out to be the bad guys. I've got enough problems without that on top them." I understand. Please don't do anything until I can talk to the Assistant District Attorney. I'm sure they won't want any negative publicity like that." Thank you. I'll trust your persuasive powers."We had a gathering of relatives and close friends back at the house after the funeral. I was quite taken with how many people had come to the funeral. It testified. Mmm, he tasted so damn good. Slowly pushing my lips down further on to his shaft as far as I could, because I knew I couldn’t deep throat him. I squeezed him, and sucked him hard. I then stopped, pausing, feeling his cock pulsate on my lips, as I watched his face. He moaned loudly, and thrust his hips upwards, wanting to force more of his cock into my mouth. I did this action over and over, brining him oh so near climax and stopping, knowing it would make him cum harder. “Ooooh fuck baby, suck.