She stared into her glass, unmoving, and swirled the onion idly around. He quickly added, “Remember what Dr. Morton said about trying new things? We...l, this is your chance.” “I don’t know, Addie,” she said slowly, “It… it… just seems… I don’t know, wrong, somehow. I mean, put yourself in my position if I wanted another man.” She looked up at him in surprise as he said, “Well… I’ve thought about that too!” He came over to her chair and perched on the arm and wrapped his free arm around her. How the next-door neighbour had pinned her to the wall and kissed her with a passion and assertiveness her own husband had never possessed, how he had lifted her in his arms and laid her down upon the table, how he had fucked her right, fucked her good. The thrill, the pounding of her heart as he reminded her what sex could be, should be, had been overwhelming; she had never come so hard, or so often, in her life. As she showered and rubbed herself to the orgasm her husband had never even tried. But then suddenly I was wet. My cock felt like when that first spurt or water leaves the garden hose jerking the hose in your hand. Whatever this was didn’t feel like taking a pee when that produced a golden yellow arc and ended up in the toilet. This was a short little spurt of liquid and then a second spurt blasted out of me. I couldn’t count the number of times this happened, but in the matter of a few seconds my cock had spurted enough fluid out of me to wet the entire from of that silky. Regaining her senses, she said teasingly ‘but I asked you to touch me, not taste,’ . ‘Fine,’ grumbled Daniel as he moved away, but not before making her see stars by sucking at an absolutely delicious spot just below her ear. It took all the power he possessed not to rip off her clothes right then and there, to tease her mercilessly with his hands and his mouth, and the only thing holding him back was the knowledge that Sophie was not ready. Though her tone had been light-hearted, he knew she.