’ He took the microphone away and the whispers in the lecture hall faded away. As the professor backed up to give us comfortable space Jeremy and I ...ocked gazes. I stepped up to him again, pressing my body against his, and as I met his glorious eyes I made a miniscule head nod just for him. Just like before, one of his hands locked the back of my hair, but his grip was tighter. The other went to my waist and grasped me closer. I obeyed and the tug in my chest lifted me to my tiptoes. I tilted. Jemma kissed the head of my dick and began to lick around and around the head with her tongue. I showed her the most sensitive places to lick, and my new wife did her best to lick some life into my cock. Then she took the whole limp worm into her mouth and gently sucked on it while she kept licking the under-side. I felt something stirring, and so did my teenage bride. She licked and sucked me until I was about half hard enough for successful intercourse. Following some kind of instinct, Jemma. Then, still grinning stupidly and excited like a kid on Christmas morning, I went for a long shower to prepare myself for my woman.The address was for a modern apartment building in the former bohemian quarter of the city, where you could now find sex shops right next up to sophisticated boutiques; strippers sharing the streets with artists, porn actresses sharing a croissant in a secluded cafe with an advertising copywriter. I caught the bus across the city, then wandered around the streets. OneOnly it wasn't Helen, it was Miranda. She looked better than she had the night Arrian went to rescue her.She looked better, but Arrian knew that there were things that still troubled her."Hi Mrs. Richards," Arrian greeted her."Hello Arrian... I would like to speak privately with you." Is this about what I did?"Miranda was shocked; she didn't think Arrian would be so open about the events of that dark day in her life."Yes, it's about that." Please, sit down, I have a feeling this will take a.