She as doing it as an expert. I was feeling weak in my knees with her continuous sucking and licking. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she looked...disappointed. I had other plans. I removed her jeans and pushed her back on the bed. She was wearing matching white lacy panty.I spread her legs and started kissing her from the toe till her inner thighs ensuring that I do not get close to her panty. After doing this for a while, she as loosing it and was trying to put her crotch near my mouth. I. When I was finally alone in the privacy of my hut, I curled up and cried as never before. Not even when my parents died did I cry like this, though perhaps I should have.I slept most of the afternoon, waking refreshed and with a clearer head. I laid claim to a palm-roofed gazebo on the beach with an uninterrupted view out to the Atlantic, with nothing west of me till South America. The rhythm of the waves was calming as I tried to process events and emotions. No matter how I rationalised it, I. The next bus out of there was going to Detroit. I had enough money to get there, with a little left over. I didnt have a plan, just a reason to escape. I was on the bus for over twelve hours, with several stops along the way. When I reached Detroit I had no idea where to go. I found myself in a coffee shop, in a not so great part of town. I ordered the cheapest sandwich on the menu and a coke. I had to make what little money I had last a while. I needed to find a place to sleep and a job. I. I dropped down on my knee’s and started licking her pussy, it tasted different, then I thought this was the first time I had ate her pussy in over two years that it didn’t have male sperm in it.I like it better with male cum in it. After I licked it clean the doorbell rang and it was one of her lovers. She opened the door and introduced me to him, his name was Mark. He came in and sat down beside my wife, she reached over and unzipped his pants and snaked her fingers into the opening and pulled.