His hands were now pressed to my hip bones under my panties and he slowly slid them off, kissing down my body as he did. I knew what he was doing next... but i really just wanted him to fuck me in that moment. God, he looked so good, the perfect muscles, the dark hair, the fire in his eyes. I gave him a look that said forget eating me out, fuck me…now. and that seemed to drive him wild. He picked me up, and i wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked at me, i nodded slightly to tell him i was. “You can’t tell me anything else?” “I told you, I can’t.” He flicked his tongue near my clit, but never touched it. “Oh God, I can’t take it!! Please eat me. Give me your cock. I need you to fuck me!” “OK,” he said, knowing he had full control of the situation. “We’re going to make a deal. You talk to me and I lick your pussy. You stop talking and I stop licking. I want to know everything about what goes on here and who you really are. Then, if you’re a really good girl, I’ll let you suck my. I married Cindy two years ago. It was the second marriage for both of us. She had just moved to the city and I had the good fortune to be the one who installed her telephone. It was lust at first sight on my part and I wasted no time in hitting on her. Surprise surprise - she agreed to a date, one thing led to another, and three months later we were married by a justice of the peace.The problem surfaced that night at a party thrown for us by my brother. About two hours into he party I noticed. ‘You know all those young ladies I’ve lusted after all these years. They’ve despised me, laughed at me. Well, FUCK was going to give me the last laugh. Listen …’ His voice was fainter than ever now. I leant nearer to catch his words. But suddenly, he moaned and lay back quite still. Some piece of medical equipment sounded an alarm and doctors and nurses rushed in. They struggled to revive him but I knew it was futile. I left them to it and waited outside for the bad news. By the time they.