My lips formed a tight suction around his cock as I slid one hand down to my pussy. I was already soaked. As I sucked him with my full lips, my tongue...swirled around the head. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I licked along the thick veins that ran along the shaft it was glorious to have such a big cock in my mouth. He was making these soft whimpering noises and speaking in his native tongue really made me go to work on his cock more feverishly "Fuck, you are good at that baby,". Oh yes sweety,sometimes my date wouldn't or couldn't get past it and I wouldend up with the shit kicked out of me. It happens. I hope allthose bastards die. No not really. Fuck 'em. They are probablyall happily married to some cunt that is fucking the neighbor.Serves them right.Sorry but I told you I am in one of those moods. It kind of doesbring up the learning to read your date. When I was in school itwas mostly OK, the guys doing me knew what I was. Hell sweety,I was one of the most sought. She felt hot and tight and totally fantastic and we stayed still like that my prick halfway into her just revelling in the luxury of those stolen secret moments. I felt her lift her knees and lean back a little and suddenly I was deep, deep inside her as far as my prick would go, and we were both gasping with the totally awesome sensation that comes for both partners with really deep penetration. I moved my face towards her so that we could kiss again and her arms snaked around my neck hugging. I purposely bought very large steaks. Holly had said they were way too big for her, but once she started eating, she never stopped. Her steak, potato and salad with more red wine all disappeared. I thought, ‘She hasn’t eaten in days.’ Finally the meal was done. She looked at me embarrassed and said, ‘I made a pig out of myself. The steak was wonderful, but I didn’t even try to talk to you.’ I reached for the wine and poured each of us a half glass which killed the bottle. I made a mock toast.