How ironic! It was nothing to do with their relationship. Or even Daniel. It was the thrill of anticipation at what the future held. She thought back ...o Lisa’s recent London concert. Inviting Grace as her guest of honour had been such a fucking turn on. Later, in the hotel suite they’d shared, the country diva had fucked Grace all night. Even now, the thought of the strap-on sent little shivers through the brunette. You have the voice, Grace, the blonde had told her. No question about that. Now. At the waist it was pulled in so tight with a belt that it gave her the appearance of the perfect hour glass. Her face was extremely attractive with light grey eyes highlighted with a smokey coloured eye shadow, a hint of rouge and scarlet lips. The crowning piece of this beauty was a mane of thick waste length red hair. If you can picture the archetypical goddess as depicted by the genius artist Bill Ward in his erotic cartoons, that's what my eyes were beholding at this instant. The picture. He continued sucking and working his tongue and throat muscles on my shaft and glans.My grunts now were high-pitched, loud and uncontrolled. For the first time in our relationship, I felt like I was completely out of control. He held my pleasure, my life in his hands, in his mouth. My entire being was focused on what his mouth was doing to me and I had no control. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t hold back.My explosion was just that. It felt like the end of my cock blew off and emptied my entire. She probed me about my work, my hopes, my career prospects. It was the most natural conversation. I was lost in her and when, at about 10 I went to the toilet I looked into my own eyes in the mirror and saw a girl in love. She was, dammit, so totally genuine. I took my knickers off and put them in my handbag. I knew she’d want that and now I wanted it too. ‘Can you stay for a while? You don’t have to get to work at some ridiculously early hour tomorrow?’ In the lift she held my hand. We got to.