He stirred her awake and led her to the bathroom. She was still wearing the belted nightrobe and panties. Ned tugged the belt and unraveled it from he... compact form. He drew on one lapel and the robe glided off her body, out of his hands and onto the tiled floor. Portia pirouetted slowly to assist in her disrobement. The remaining panties were soon discarded to join the robe. Ned sat on the edge of the tub, feet outside, as Portia approached her thighs to his knees. He reached out to check her. It was a hot, sultry June day, with rain not far away, and I was working through the early morning on a complicated transaction to buy dyestuffs from Germany for a large hosiery manufactury in Nottingham. The problem was to avoid paying three separate customs dues between Leipzig and Antwerp, and I was casting around for solutions. As I worked I could feel the tension grow in the back of my neck, and a band tightening painfully around my head, and I knew that an attack was coming. I worked on,. So remove your hands, sweet wife.”“So a husband kisses and licks a wife’s cunt. Does it please him?” I spoke naively while withdrawing my hands from my chubby pussy. I was highly satisfied as he reiterated my self-opinion about my pussy.“Wow, wife, what a chubby pussy God has given you. Kissing and licking pussy not only gives pleasure to the husband. But tremendous enjoyment to the wife too. Ah, your pussy looks so delicious – my mouth is watering.”The next ten minutes was sheer heaven. My. She pulled me all the way into her mouth. Her tongue ran circles around me, and her throat was actually massaging the head of my cock. “Whew.” Came out of me without me prompting it. She was pulling on my cock with her suction in a way that I did not think possible. Her head was sliding up and down my cock slowly and not missing a single inch. I would feel my helmet go into her throat each time that she went down. And as she reached the top, I felt her lips almost slide off me before she would.