With a three-year-old c***d, I don't drink much. I'll just have whatever you usually have."“Okay. Give me a minute and I’ll be right down.”“Ok...y. See you soon.”I couldn’t believe my luck! I’d just met Alison briefly at my door and a few hours later she invited me down for wine! I was going to enjoy just being with her and looking at her and fantasizing how great she must be in bed.I grabbed a bottle of white zinfandel out of the fridge, a corkscrew, and two wine glasses and rushed down to. ”“That’s not your fault.” I replied. “I’m just kinda desensitized. I rarely cum during sex. I mean, it does happen, just not often. It’s nothing you did.”“More than half the time?” she inquired.“Less. A lot less.”“Then what’s even the point of sex for you?” she asked.“Huh?”“If you’re going into sex expecting not to even get to climax, that kind of takes away the point for a guy, right? And you have a high sex drive. So why do it? Why don’t you just jack off?”“Well, for one, as you just pointed. As they walk into the house, she says casually, “It’s not much, but I call it home. Please sit down.”“Would you like a drink?”“No! No thank you,” the man blurts out, still dazed. “I can’t take another drop of coconut juice.”“Oh, it’s not coconut juice,” winks the woman. “I have a still. How would you like a Tropical Spritz?”Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they exchange their individual survival stories, the woman announces,. I managed to grunt out "I'm gonna come!" as a warning for her.However much to my surprise and delight, Claire just kept pumping her pretty face into my crotch as she deliberately rotated her buried finger. A moment later I erupted in one of the greatest orgasms of my life. My knees literally buckled and I had to grab Claire's shoulders to keep myself from falling as I emptied a mighty load down her willing throat.She swallowed every drop and continued to suck and finger me as my cock began to.