Her pussy was already hot, wet and sticky. Icould smell her sex as I got the pants to her anklesand she slipped off the clumsy, ugly ass white tenniss...oes, becoming totally nude.I love pussy. But I must have been the Barry Bonds ofpussy sucking that day because I began licking andsucking on her pussy so intently that she could onlyrespond by gasping, taking deep breaths and saying‘aaah.’I ate her pussy so good that began to cry. I rose upand asked her what was wrong. She told me it. ‘As long as there’s something left inside that thing for me at the end of the day.’ ‘There always will be darling,’ I said as I rolled over onto her and began to kiss her. Starting at her eyes, I kissed my way down her body, taking some time over her lovely breasts before delving into her inner sex with my tongue. I’m pleased to say that I brought her to an orgasm with it before I came back up her body and entered her and then gave her another one before I came. I whispered sweet endearments. I can feel tears start to swell up behind my eyes. Don’t cry, I think to myself. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. But of course, the more I think that, the stronger it becomes. The flood gates open and my vision becomes glassy looking through the film of tears. I take a drink of beer only so I can put the solo cup in front of my face. I chug the whole thing so I can keep the cup there long enough, hoping the tears will go away by the time I’m done, but they don’t. I’m still standing there. My cheeks jiggle just like you wanted them to. You turn me around and kiss my mouth. Hard and punishing, for teasing you. You fondle my breasts over the fabric, one big globe with each hand. You handle them roughly. Pinching my nipples, which have grown hard and pointed, the size of pencil erasers. You groan.You pull away from our kiss; our eyes lock for only a moment. You tip me over the back of the couch. My feet come off the floor dangling in midair; my hands on the couch cushions is all.