It's 1 (514) 441-2243. Now let me sleep." I hung up the phone and tried to go back to sleep.Chapter 107Fred2:39 am November 3rd, 2006My phone woke me ...p again. At this point that phone is waking me up more than my alarm clock.I hit the speakerphone button. "Please tell me this is Ed McMahmon telling me I've won the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes." The lousiness of my joke should tell the caller just how out of it I was at the moment."Sorry to disturb you, but I still can't reach either. “Mommy even has sex with the other woman after she wears out the two guys. Daddy calls her a bisexual.”Her story both excited me and took my mind off where my hard-on was. A few more thrusts on her part and I was cumming inside of her pussy. Sharon clamped onto me with her arms and legs and then she shoved her tongue into my mouth and had her orgasm from sex. She shuttered and moaned in absolute delight.After the waves of emotion subsided she said, “That was wonderful. I have never cum that. ‘God, stop being such a fucking pussy and call the fucking number,’ he muttered to himself. He stood quickly, and in three strides was grabbing the cordless from the dock. He dialed the number before he could think about it again. He listened to the ring one, twice… three times. He was just about to hang up when he heard a breathy greeting. ‘H-hello?’ ‘Hi.’ Even over the phone he could feel the tension. He heard her sharp intake of breath, waited to hear the click and dial tone as she hung up. Kissing my way upward again, the bra soon was off and I spent an eternity (okay, maybe five minutes) on her breasts, and nips. I am pretty sure she liked it and I KNOW I certainly did. On to the neck, shoulders, arms, then time to roll her over. Next came the back, right hip and leg, then over to the left leg and back up. At this point, I had spent about 30 minutes kissing her body, all except for one place, right? I asked her to roll over onto her back again, grabbed the g-string with both.