You start with short slow motions, just an inch or so of movement down by my balls, your tongue popping out to touch the sac your other hand is suppor...ing. Slowly, you increase the distance you're covering with those luscious lips, an inch, then an inch and a half, then two...I feel myself growing even larger. Will you ever reach the tip of me if I keep growing this way?! Time stands still and I forget where I am. I hear nothing but our breathing, my heart, the wet sound of your lips on me, and. After a few minutes I heard someone coming down the stairs. For about the fourth time I shoved my totally dry hands under the warm air dryer and activated the automatic mechanism. The door opened, I held my breath - and the waiter came in.Now, I am dreadfully shy in these situations. I have been known to spend hours and hours in a busy gay bar, surrounded by dozens of attractive young men, and not say a word to any of them. I depend very much on someone else starting the conversation. On this. I moved my face down and sucked your right nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard before putting it between my teeth and lightly biting it. You gasped and tighten your legs around me. “Oh God!” you said loudly, “FUCK ME, BABY. Oh God. Don’t Stop! Please, Baby, Please! I’m Cuming. Oh God! Please Make me Cum!” I slipped my hands into your hair a pulled it as I gave you everything I had left in me. Your legs locked around me tightly and it was difficult for me to continue to pump into you. Your. ” “Why?” “Michael, tonight is our night. I shouldn't be wearing a shirt that was a gift from another man.” “I disagree. You're a hot wife. I'm your willing cuckold husband. Knowing that you're wearing a shirt given to you by another man, no not just another man, your boyfriend, is pretty exciting.” Staring at me, Jeanne whispered, “Oh my, this is exciting. I think I'm getting wet.” “Then definitely do not change your shirt.” “Okay, I won't.” Jeanne unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down and.