She took a quick sip of her wine and put the glass on the table by the bed, her other hand slipping down over her lower lips, the stubble getting her ...rief attention before her finger slid over her clit, drawing a small gasp from her as her finger went deeper, her lips wet and slippery.She had quickly moved to the shower and stood under the spray, soaping her body and washing away the dirt of the day. With a bit more care than she normally might take, she took care of the stubble, her hands. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. With the smell of cum everywhere, my head was spinning. Next thing I know, something took over. I got down on my knees. I was eye level with one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen. I started rubbing it against my lips as I jacked it. I started to get worried about disease. But then I thought back to the wedding band. Slowly, I started opening my mouth, licking the head with my tongue. Next thing I know, I have this cock in my mouth. I was sucking it for all. ‘Are you going to eat or not?’ she said with a annoyed tone. ‘I am calm down , jeez’ he mumbled realizing he was standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching her, then walked over to get the rice and fried chicken he prepared earlier and join her. ‘Damn, you zone out just as bad as my brother,’ she said with a smile stating she was kidding. ‘This is some good food, I’m surprised, who taught you?’ She asked curiously seeing him sit across from her. ‘Mostly my grandma, she liked to cook. I felt her breasts press against my chest as we embraced and kissed for a few minutes.“I guess you have,” she said, as we stopped to breathe. “Let's celebrate and each have a beer.”We had a pleasant meal sharing each others food and chatting about our interests. I mostly listened as Ann told me about her life with Roger and their experiences. She told me about the time they had gone to a nude beach in southern France, and about the heads that turned when they strolled down the beach. They both.