Then he cried out, and I felt his pole spurting its sweet juice into my depths. I almost cried out in response, but caught myself. Instead, I grabbed ...is hands and held them tight, as tremors and waves pounded through my body. No thunderstorm could ever match the intensity of my pleasure at this moment.I slowed, my hands on my lover’s chest. His shaft got soft, and slipped out of me. I was so sad! I wanted more. I wanted to go again, to feel him. My hips still moved, gently. His pole didn’t. "Scared half to death, I ran my tongue between the division where the bottom lobes of his glans came together. On the third sanding rub a heavy fountain of come sprayed into the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull my head away from Billy's hurting hands, but he yanked me back."Suck me!" he mumbled. "Suck me good!"I sucked obediently with rapid little movements around his tip."Jeeesus damn!" he groaned as another hot glop oozed out of the tiny orifice onto the middle of my tongue. I. We showered and went out for a steak dinner that evening. The buzz had worn off a bit and it's not like we were a couple falling in love who couldn't keep our hands off one another. We watched a movie when we got back and then went to bed. We fucked again before we went to sleep.The next morning was sex, followed by breakfast in bed, and more sex. It was fun, but lacked the intensity of the day before. But I was ok with that. I told her that she should come out and visit me."That could be fun,". This one might work. Wow, they loved me a lot. It was about a month after she turned 18, April, that I noticed. Tack would sit at the end of the sofa reading the paper or some other paperwork with his pajamas on and she would camp on the other end of the sofa, back to the arm or corner doing homework or just reading something. She started with her winter pajamas and quickly switched to her summers. The pants were the knit gray type, very flexible, low down on her hips. Seemed like a long way.