..Oh, fuck. Yes!" Her grinding became more urgent, and her big, erect clit started making contact with my nose and lips. "Oohhh fuuuck, NOW!...suck......y mmm...fucking...clit!" I latched onto her throbbing clit, bobbing my head in time to her rubbing. I locked my lips around her big clit, and sucked her throbbing cockette, rolling it around my mouth, basically just hanging on as her orgasm crashed through her. And oh my, what an orgasm! She bucked her hips back and forth, forcing her clit into. Some more wine between courses and, then, peppered pork tenderloin with linguini and artichoke hearts. I fed her and myself, and then we sat and were content in each other’s presence. The meal had been delicious, the atmosphere exciting, and her presence intoxicating. I was aching to proceed to the games I had planned and could only imagine her degree of arousal. As always when I was away, she had not been permitted orgasm, but we had been exploring all kinds of different methods of arousal and. It made sense, and I thought that Gemma would say yes."Before you ask her, though, you should talk to your father," my mother told me."Why?" I asked."Well, I think he wants to give you some advice," she explained.Later that night, after my father came home, I told him my plans to ask Gemma out."My son is growing up," he said with a smile."Dad!" I complained."That's OK," he told me. "But I'd ask that you wait a month or so to ask her out." Why?" I asked. I didn't think that I was patient enough. " I pointed at the open door."Don't worry. Sound doesn't travel well out of this room and an open door means there isn't an ear within sight."I had to bow to Mark's greater knowledge."Let's take this upstairs," declared Kyra suddenly and she led the way out the door assuming all the while that we would follow.I grabbed my bag and walked with Mark, the game left unfinished on the table.Up a much more stately staircase than I ascended most nights, Kyra stopped outside a door and ushered me in.It.