“I want you to suck it tonight after I've fucked your ass.”Tonight. There's promise in the word, and she wonders if he knows more about her than s...e thinks.But she lets the question go in order to focus on cleaning his cock. She has always loved having a dick in her mouth, and she can't wait until he lets her suck him.And then she's alone with nothing more than the promise of tonight.* * *The party is everything Tamra had feared it would be. Her husband's boss – an obese matron with daddy. ‘When I’m masturbating at home, I think of you.’ she said, still jerking me off with care. ‘I sit in the bath, fingering my pussy and I think about you fucking me. But when I cum I think of something special.’ Lick from head to balls and back, the cold biting and invigorating my eagerness to cum. A situation not helped by the fact I could see her other hand in her pants, the bulge of her fingers moving where her pussy must surely be. ‘I think about your cum covering my face. I think about. Up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic moment of bliss it had brought her.Oh God, she did love him! She did! And there she was beside him, going to his beautiful house alone with him... She could hardly believe it! What would Mom say? She'd have a conniption and blow her. She began to shake, it was her first climax with me, though I neither understood it or had a clue as to what was happening, terror gripped me, what had I done...had I triggered a stroke perhaps like when gran died, alarmed I stepped back and she shouted for me “not to stop please not to stop!” Confused now I did as bid and the effect was even more startling, her body convulsed under the effect of my tongue on that nub, her breaths in gasp, her fingers gripping the bars of the old bed-head, her.