Just as I was about to rub her pussy, she pulled away. She looked straight into my eyes. I could see the intent etched into her expression. She had a ...heeky smile on her face as she pushed me backwards away form her. Her eyes centered on my pulsating cock standing proud in front of me, urging for attention, seemingly pushing it’s way toward this woman.Slowly she knelt in front of me, still looking deep into my eyes. Gently she took hold of my pulsing cock and maneuvered it towards her mouth.. ”*moan* “And just how am I suppose to be quiet when your hands are touching me like that?”“Well you will have to learn to have a quiet orgasm and that might come in useful in the future.”“A quite orgasm, just what the hell is that.”“That means you have an orgasm without screaming or any loud noises.”“Oh so that is what you are doing now” and she bucked her hips up as his finger passed over her bung causing his finger to touch her pussy.As his finger slid down touching her pussy his erection. ", I say to her. "Not at all", she said, "I'm glad you did." The drinks and conversation flowed as we sat and talked for several hours. Our attraction was a mutual one and the tension was growing with every drink. I could feel that we both needed one thing, hot and steamy sex. As we sat at the bar talking, oblivious to the rest of the world, my attraction to him became stronger by the minute. Our conversation was light and he had me laughing, dissolving the stressful day that had. But if body language counts for anything, he knows. I can’t give him more of a commitment than that at this time. It wouldn’t be fair to him or to Donnie. But I love him.That mutual, unspoken, acknowledgement of our feelings of love was what it took to move Andrew’s lovemaking to a different level. He had been in me forever. How long, really? It must have been close to an hour. And that was after he had eaten me for at least an hour. They were the two most wonderful hours of my life.Andrew.