We both feel it, I know that without a doubt. But maybe the best decision would be to leave it unsaid. I mean, it can only complicate things further t...an they already are, right? How long have we known one another? A month perhaps. And known, I should really say ‘known’. God, what a cruel fact. 1502 miles. I hate that number more than anyone can know. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. And when I start to cry, I imagine you coming to me, wrapping your loving arms around me, and. I heard the wife pulling in so we broke off and went to being good k**s again, after a bit they left for home and everything settled down at the house. I’m thinking whew that was close…. Then the phone rang, it was Sandy saying she wanted me to come over. I objected and tried to blow it off, but then she said “we are in our night gowns waiting”, OMG what now.As I hung up the wife asked if everything was okay, I said Sandy had run in a ditch and wanted help. She knew Sandy for a long time. She is so well endowed in this respect that it is not then easy to work my tongue systematically into every crease and crevice without gagging or withdrawing, both signs of the greatest disrespect. However, by dint of rinsing in my copious saliva and constantly swallowing, I have become very proficient in my ministrations. I have learned to dip deep into the Royal vagina with my tongue and then curl it back to suck every vestige of discharge to the surface. As you may imagine the harder I work. The song was in Japanese but sounded just like Jimmi Hendrix. The musical rhythm synchronized with the motions of Alin firmly massaging my balls and stroking my cock.Alin was now licking around the head of my penis and sliding it down her throat at occasional strokes. With each stroke she lifted her behind revealing her peach-like pussy mound, asshole, and soft petals as she rocked forward and back. The hair on my chest was smeared with the juices flowing from her now inflamed vulva.She turned.