Setting the bottle back, I used my left hand to spread the oil and slowly stroke him, simulating a tight pussy as best I could.In those early years, I...hadn't quite gotten used to stroking him left-handed. It wasn't as good as his own stroking and certainly not as good as the fucking he really wanted, but it was enough to help him along.Already hard, he quickly got bigger and harder, but after a moment he reached down, took hold of my wrist - grabbing it harder and jerking it away more abruptly. Every time she pulled it out of her mouth she kept her tongue concentrated on the head stimulating it to the point that I almost couldn't take it anymore and was about to explode in her mouth. I told she her that she needed to stop or I was gonna bust in her mouth she said fine and so I did and oh did that shit feel good. After I came she continued to suck my dick keeping it hard and hard stayed. She rubbed her pussy as she stood up, got on the bed and straddled me. Taking my dick in her hand. I was surprised initially that there was not more spunk, or that it wasn't exactly thick and creamy, but I would later find out this was not his first orgasm of the day, and I was tasting the last offerings of his man juice that he had to offer. I released him from my mouth, only to work my tongue over his softening cock, lapping up the mixture of my own saliva and his cum, giving that fat cock a nice wet kiss.I stood up, my own cock pointing out towards the portly chap, already sticky with my. The interrogation begins!“Well, Claire ... since this seems to be ‘honesty day,’ I will tell you, but don’t freak out, OK?”“Charles, give me some credit ... you know how I feel about Kalista and I know how you feel about Kalista.”“Yeah, but do you know how Kalista feels about me?”“What exactly do you mean by that?” she remarked with her eyebrows furrowed.“Well, Claire ... she told me that she loves me.”“Isn’t that sweet, Charles,” she said grinning real big.“No, Claire, you didn’t hear me.