Now my dick reached its full potential. After that she blew me off. She deep throated like a fucking Goddess. She spat on my dick and I pushed her hea... so she could choke on it. Her hands were stinking of spit and my salty cum. She kept blowing me off for the next 15 minutes.After she was done, my dick was DRIPPING with spit like a waterfall. I went and I closed the curtains and I went to her bathroom and took some massage oil. The spit on my dick was still dripping. I asked her to lay on her. As the days and weeks went on, we went out for lunches and coffees. We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday. We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She. ”And so it was. In and out, in and out, for several minutes. I didn’t exactly look at the clock when we got there, but I estimated it was about 3:30 when we got there. Probably another 10 minutes for her sucking me, and me fucking her mouth, and then this. So we started maybe somewhere around 3:40 or 3:45. It was now 4:45. Somewhere around 4, she had taken the top. And it was pleasurable, but not enough to make me explode. She rode me to two of her own orgasms, but I never reached one. Until I. ‘I’m hungry,’ Fred said, ‘How about you?’ Carol Ann giggled. ‘Yeah, I am, now that I think about it. Good sex always does give me the munchies.’ She grinned at Fred. ‘And what we just did was just about the best sex I ever had!’ She kissed him softly on the shoulder. ‘How about I call for some take-out pizza?’ Fred suggested. ‘Sounds good to me,’ Carol Ann replied. Fred rolled over, picked up the phone, and ordered the pizza. When he finished ordering, he rolled back, pulled Carol Ann into his.