“How was it?” she asked.Mitch shook his head. He couldn’t see straight. “Amazing. It was absolutely amazing.”To his surprise, she went back ...own on him.“Dear God,” Mitch moaned.She started sucking his cock again earnestly, working it in and out of her mouth, attacking it like the cougar she was.Mitch laid back, relishing the experience. His head hit the pillow and he sighed deeply. He could feel his erection beginning to grow again as she nursed it back to life. In just a few more minutes, he. . mmm .... I could feel it. I could feel the warm sensation of his first huge shot running down my throat. He jerked and another heavy rope now started to fill my mouth. I tried so hard not to pull back and swallow. I held him deep for just a few more seconds and then slowly pulled away as he shot again. This time in my mouth and on my tongue. I could finally taste his salty sweetness. I'd waited so long. I'd craved it for so long and it was everything I'd hoped.I could feel the silky, creamy. She smiled warmly at me, and when she handed me the mug of cacao, I was able to touch her hand.She must have been really amused at me, I realize now, for pursuing her so obviously, although then I thought that I was being so clever and subtle. When I left her kitchen that morning, she briefly petted my flaxen head, so affectionately, and she gave me a wan smile.As the school year drew to an end I was troubled by the fact that soon I would not see Miss Foster every day. I went to her and offered. But we had the same basic upbringing and the same values.Paul was very smart and very good looking. He was not a jock by any means. That was okay with me. I wasn't fond of jocks. He was five foot ten, slender, not muscular but quite fit. He had a smile that could melt glass and a warm personality. Everyone loved Paul and I was proud that he was my husband.I guess I should describe myself as well. My name is Jolie. I stand five feet tall and weigh right at a hundred pounds when my hair is wet. I.