The intensity of my orgasms is new to me. I am not used to this intensity. I smile back at Dale, and look down at his wet, shiny and still very erect ...enis. We are not done here. And I am ready, myself, for the final chapter of this entertaining evening.With purpose, Dale lifts me up and moves me onto my stomach, telling me to get on all fours. I do as he instructs, and lay my head on the bed, as I stick my ass in the air, ready for him to fuck me like I deserve. He takes his cock, and rubs the. Though he had been drinking privately -- not just in company -- for a year now as an escape, he had seldom consumed enough at one sitting to get drunk. Perhaps a dozen times, if that. The notion of a drunkard in the house was simply too upsetting to his sense of propriety and to the example he intended to set for his children. Today, however -- and at this minute -- he was rip-roaring drunk and there was no turning back.If only things were all right between his wife and him, then he would not. I think to myself, ‘how could he sleep through this. He must be playing possum.’ But I am enjoying it so much, I continue. I lick my way back up your rigid cock, sucking in the tip and slowly down your length. My hands caressing your balls. I start to suck harder and faster as I get more excited myself. I feel your balls tightening, I know it wont take long now. Faster and faster, my mouth slides down over your cock. Until you finally shoot deep in my throat, almost making me choke. Swallowing. "Why so tired this morning?" he quietly asked. "Rough shift?"She pulled back a little to look up into his face. "It started out with a bang, but after that, it just died. I swear boredom is worse than a shift that's wide open. First call, though, I got in a foot chase with a burglar. I chased him between two houses and straight into Samson. And I mean that literally. The guy was looking behind to see how close I was and trying to run at the same time. He wasn't good at multitasking," she.