As you would expect, the welfare of his wife and her drinking habits are amongst the matters to which I pay considerable attention. I am also, of cour...e, interested about any activity associated with Zara that might be useful to know should there ever be a time that her lawyers might threaten to make disagreeable allegations in a court of law. Mr St. John-Easton isn't aware of my curiosity in these matters, but he will very grateful for it if, for example, there should ever be divorce. He sort of mumbled and fumbled climbing onto the table as I pulled the towel off my eyes. I could see his ass, framed by the jock: a great, muscular man butt. As he settled and leaned forward to run his hands down my legs, I spotted my target. I was going to get my tongue up his ass. I let him rub back and forth a couple of time, with him asking: "Is this good?" I only mumbled in ecstasy, which made him spead his legs wider and his man cunt beckoned. I replied, "No, THIS is good" and pulled his. I couldn't decide in that moment which was better—cold, solid, melting in my mouth, coating my tongue with the tart taste of cherry, or hot and almost spongy, hardening between my lips and seeping salty-sweet precum.The popsicle rewarded me for my efforts; I lost myself in sensation and fantasy, and I might have moaned around the dripping sweetness."No," I heard Hem breathe. "I'd do...this..." Her voice wavered as she said it; opening my eyes, I found her panties pulled to the side, her legs. Her little grunts grew deeper and Junior felt her body tensing."I can feel it Ma, she tightening uggh, squeezing me ugggggggh!"Liz was coming, her pelvic muscles contracting, her anal canal trying to force his cock out like a huge shit."Mmmmmmmmmmm!" She convulsed massaging Junior's hot member with short spasms."Ugh, ugh Oohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh."He suddenly began to buck up like an a****l, sliding his cock almost out then slamming back up. His hand grabbed a mass of swirling hair pulling her.