It was really amazing. She realized that there was an art to being a good hostess. It was an art that she had never before observed.When she had finis...ed her appetizers, Ann had been there offering her more. Such attention was very flattering. Jim was just as attentive to their needs. When she finished her wine, he was there with the bottle to refill it.The greatest surprise of all was her husband. He was actively engaging them in conversation about topics she hadn’t realized he knew anything. My tongue slowly tortured his erect penis, rubbing back and forth along the rim of its head. I could see the blue veins bulging out along the shaft. This probably wasn't going to take long. I pulled my lips tight over my teeth to provide a cushion for his cock and moved my head forward and down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. If I was going to let somebody face fuck me it was going to be a good fuck. As I began moving my head back and forth, slowly at first, I let my tongue run. There were four mounted cameras—one in each corner—that had a steady red light indicating that they were indeed doing their job.For a late Thursday morning, the place was pretty active. An older couple was looking over some hunting rifles while a group of four military-type guys was busy checking out various assault rifles at the far counter. A portly middle-aged fellow, sporting a thick brown beard, was loudly extolling the virtues of each while periodically adjusting the Red Sox cap that he. I’m sure he must of known before, but couldn’t or wouldn’t say it. Open mouthed, tongues interwhined for extended sessions. Kissing seemed to heighten his arrousal. Although he wouldn’t admit it for some time, he later confessed that kissing gave him a sort of long mini orgasm. He felt on edge the whole time, as if one more deeper kiss could send him over the edge and make him cum. Even without being touched. What an incredible, amazing feeling and experience that must of been. I was so.