Overripe was the only word I can think of to describe her, eager and overripe.The preacher's plump young wife had been a bonus to my second job as a m...n free of military constraints. He was a Baptist or a Methodist or some such fractious dissembler, a small man in a dark suit who wore white shirts and a floppy hat and rode the circuit every week which gave me and his strumpet of a wife plenty of time to get acquainted and test the mettle of the preacher's bedstead.At first we were at it two or. And it hurt a little, but what the fuck. Do it baby! Gobble those balls! She sucked all the sweat I had created off of them and then put them in one hand while she manipulated my cock with the other. "Are you enjoying this Sam?" What a question. My answer was to put my hands into her golden hair and force her face down to my cock. She took the head into her mouth and began slobbering all over it as she tongued and bit it. I did not want to cum yet. My body did, but I could control it. I did so. He could see tears welling up in her eyes but forced himself not to give in to his emotions. No father wants to see their daughter cry. He stood there, doing his best to look stern.Emily took a deep breath and then stood up, her head only coming up to Dave's chin. She then picked up the vial and handed it to him. She then looked him right in the eye and spoke."I swear I won't touch it or use it again without your permission, ever."She then turned and walked away slowly. She managed to get out. But I also thought that getting involved with a friend we would see socially was asking for problems. We arrived at the house, and Jim immediately went to ‘temp up the hot tub’, as I got Bob a beer, and myself a glass of merlot.“Cindy, I really enjoyed our dance tonight.”“Well I had an unexpected reaction to you, but you really didn’t follow the rules. I thought I was going to pass out, it was so intense. I am embarrassed that I did not behave better on the dance floor.” I confessed my.