All I wanted now was for my stupid fucking hand to be safe in my own fuckinglap. I had retreated as far as the stocking top when her thighs openedand ...hen closed trapping me between them. "No." Very softly but distinctly, she uttered the only word that hadpassed between us. A long moment passed while that short word echoed inmy panicked mind. " You like this?" I whispered. No answer. Instead her thighs squeezed my hand again and thenfell open in invitation. She wanted this! My already. But as often happens, my mind wanders and settles back to the time I learned to write in block letters in early grades. Often during writing practice erudite teachers, had us hone our writing craft well prior to the current white boards commonly in use today and assign stints with chalk and huge slate blackboards. For me that was the highlight of the day. I became an expert drawing chalk, done at the correct angle, slowly across the slate so I could produce the most gratifying chalk squeal. Understand what you’re saying to me. But right now I don’t. I’m just trusting you, like I’m fricking blind ... Damn, it’s going to be hard!”Heather nodded sadly. “I’m sorry, Matt, for everything. And if you ever decide you can’t deal with this anymore, with me, then I totally would under—”“Don’t you dare say that, Heather! Just go, do what you need to do, and I’m going to try and do the same, somehow ... I love you. As much as it hurts right now, I love you and I want you to do this. For. What a feeling. I just exhaled deep breath, she understood I am enjoying it. She then started licking my long shaft slowly and delicately. I knew she was doing it for the first time as her husband was not at all interested in pleasure games.Soon all her fear was gone and she started sucking my manly, thick dick with full enthusiasm. I was in heaven with my head turned upside in pleasure. I enjoyed it for quite a while. But soon I stopped her and told her not to do anything in hurry and spoil.