"Maybe." "Ok, will you regret not doing it?" "Probably." "Well my philosophy in that kinda situation is do the one you'll regret the least," I told he.... Well then, maybe I should do the opposite of that," she said smiling. She lifted my hands off her shoulders and put them on her waist. She moved forward and locked her hands around the back of my neck, her knees touched mine. By this point, we had been kissing with some lite fondling occasionally for the last four days. She tilled her head,. Already I could feel the icy grip of the damp night airthrough the leather, and my body began to shiver in a vain attempt to generatesufficient heat to shield me from the cold. ????? Considering what happened shortlythereafter, I might have been far better off being left to shiver in thedarkness. The zipper on my leather prison once more opened, and somethingslithered inside to join me. At first my imagination took it for a snake ofsome sorts and nearly lost control of my bladder. Then it began. ”“Fuuuckkkk,” she moaned with that delicious thought as an explosion of heat crashed over her body.“But, Michelle, after I am done, you will leave the blindfold on as I kiss you, and then I will leave. Who knows if and when fate will bring us together again, Michelle,” he whispered evenly.Her mind raced. She longed to see him, to hold him, to spend the night together talking about everything, and nothing. Her fear was that her body would betray her and her longing for his hard cock would win. I began stroking him, slow and steady at first, but then increasing my pace, until I saw precum emerge from the head. My tongue left my mouth and swirled around the head of him, taking his taste in. He tasted wonderful. I opened my mouth and took his head in. My tongue stayed swirling around it, and I went for another inch every handful of seconds. I stroked him as I did this. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He mumbled into air. I was a bit busy, so I didn’t respond. I was ready to take him deep.