If the art offellatio was good enough for the Countess, then I would consider myselfprivileged to enjoy the pleasure myself. Of course, I would have o...eyedno matter what - I could think of no greater shame than disappointingher - but the thought of growing one step closer to her idea ofperfection was extremely arousing."Yes, Countess." When I turned back to face our guest, I saw that he'dalready freed his semi-erect penis.I placed my dark red lips around the shiny head and kissed it. "Anyway, I have heard glowing assessments about the character of the man behind the badge. In the past days, I have seen for myself that those assessments were true. I have seen Bryant put aside old grudges for the betterment of all. I have seen him admit his mistakes and revise his position on some matters. I have spoken to a couple members of our community who know him well. I have spoken to his friends in Chicago. Those conversations confirm my belief that he is also a man that we will. Telling her to stand there for a moment he stood back to admire. Moving behind her he slipped his hands under her skirt. Caressing her arse and then slipping them around and over her panties before grasping the elastic and pulling firmly down. Leah stepped out of them and started to turn but he put a hand out to stop her. “Not yet” he said. Pulling her shirt out of the waist band of her skirt his fingers moved over her stomach and upwards to weigh her breasts. Thumbs swiping lazily back. We talked. We cried. We tried our very best to get to know each otherwith no idea how long we'd stay this way. But on Monday morning I wokeup next to my wife again. We were both so happy that I don't know if weever stopped making love. Some of that was love, some of it was lust,some of it was passion, but I know for me at least, some of it was thefear of never being able to do it again. The rest of our honeymoon wentoff without a hitch and we got back to our little apartment in our.