..give the first half time to fully digest.” “But by all means, you take your time while this paranoid devil sits on my shoulder...talking shit.�...We found a hole in the wall bar, dead except for six or seven hard looking beer hounds. By the reaction when I walked in I was pretty sure they were gonna close up for the night and lock the front door...with me inside. Another one of my fantasies...lol.It had become our practice, when on a sexual adventure, to sit me down on a bar stool, never a. Try going farther down the shaft. That's it. Breathe through your nose. Mmmm. Yes. Now take my balls in your mouth. Ow, ow. No gently. Gently. Yes. Yes. That's it. Lick the shaft. Yes. Now lick the head of the penis. Mmmmm. Run your tongue around the tip. Yes, that's it. That's it." Eventually I got the hang of it, and Chantal's directions were replaced with a serious of moans and grunts.After about 5 minutes of sucking and licking, Chantal asked, "Would you be interested in tasting my come?" I. For some reason, it felt so pleasurable. Moving lower, she trailed wet kisses to my mound. Then I watched as she raised herself up. Using her knee, she spread my right leg over. Then she did the same with my left leg. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling."Lay back and enjoy this, but remember what you feel," she said.I thought it was a little odd the way she said it, but I wanted this so bad. Her fingers felt so good as she stroked them along my pussy. The sound of the water and exhaust fan was relaxing. I hugged her again and she smiled; I instructed her to kneel in front of the toilet.She knelt down on the bathmat and looked at me; I think expecting me to use my hand to make her vomit again; instead I pulled my rock hard fat cock out of my shorts. She looked up and me slightly confused and I said, “ use this to help you.”She faced the toilet on her knees but turned her upper body to accommodate me. My cock covered her face before she.