I am 6’2” and a chiseled 215 pounds of raw muscle. I knew I was cutting an impressive figure in my custom fitted Italian suit. I worked very hard ...or my money and was not averse to blowing a bit of it, or spending it on myself. There sure wasn’t anyone else to spend it on, really. I decided to sit down at the other end of the table, closer to Bill Naverone than I had ever been before. Bill’s a plastic surgeon from San Diego that gets away from his wife down here. Never cheats, mind you, just. I brought us both back to reality.“You’re scared, that’s what it is. You’re scared that if we go off looking for trouble, we might actually find some. And where would that leave us? All vulnerable and exposed.”We both contemplated this unappealing outcome, sinking back into our seats.“What we need is practice. We need to remember how much fun fucking is, and disconnect it from all the other shit you’ve got going on in our head.”She looked at me speculatively.“Well, how would I know where to. ” “It’s... not the sex... it’s the...” “Baby making?” Tamzin nodded. “I could get some...” She smiled. “You said yourself that they break on you.” He smiled. “I never saw her again after that. I always wonder...” “You’re terrible, you are.” He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. She knew what was making her ignore all those voices of reason. He had already gone into detail about why he enjoyed the sex so much knowing that he might make the woman pregnant. Abe had been in the delivery. Tasting all of you as I do. I take my fingers and gently spread you apart as my tongue glides effortlessly around, occasionally giving your sensitive clit and playful flick. "You taste just as sweet as I imagined" I say as I being sucking on your labia. You begin to moan as I bear down on you clit, sucking hard. I feel you shudder as two wet fingers suddenly enter you and find their way to your g-spot. With my other hand, I being gently stroking my own cock as the pleasure of eating your pussy.