Her eyes were wide and bright with the cast of a blush across both cheeks as she waited. I could see the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing q...ickened now that she stood there in a plain red v-neck sweater, white blouse, pleated black tweed skirt, black stockings, and boots."Are you sure?"She felt for my hand and squeezed it hard. "I think that I am. Don't they say there is an ocean of doubt between imagining doing something and actually doing it?" She lifted both arms slightly away. Shit. Where to begin...”“Look uncle Pete, I know how things are supposed to work, but your thing is like this long,” she exaggerated, holding her hands two feet apart. “And as round as a fucking wine bottle!” She again exaggerated.Ignoring the coarse language, I replied, “It’s not that big at all and what were you doing looking anyway?”“I saw your ad,” she mumbled, looking away.The advertisement I’d been working with alongside Nancy. The one that was all Nancy’s idea. The one we planned to put. She tilted her head back some and moaned as the feeling of his hands gliding her skirt down her long, beautiful legs, got her pussy wet.She then bit her lips softly as she lay on a boy's bed, topless with only panties on. He continued to kiss her, as he made his way from her face down to her panties, where he started to take them off with his teeth, but then slid them from her knee with his hand, so he could continue to eat her out freely.He took off his boxers when her stomach started to. Now I really liked oral sex (Hey I'm a guy - so sue me). And early in our marriage Cathy liked it too. But once the kids came the oral sex diminished as far as her giving to me. I still went down on her while she pretty much cut me back to getting me up and keeping it wet. She just wasn't interested in crossing the finish line with me. Although I have to admit that I was on the receiving end of a complete blowjob from her at my office on my last birthday.She surprised me by calling to say she.