Tanya knew what to expect though; he would come into the room pretending to be a stranger and take her. First he would sit on the edge of the bed and ...ouch her. Touch her intimate places; toy with her nipples; slide her panties to one side and explore her pussy with his eager fingers. She would hear his heavy breathing as he probed her intimately; as he violated her. Then he would undress and climb on the bed and squat over her face and make her suck his cock; make her run her tongue over his. The way a large dollop ofthe sweet nectar clung to my finger, as I raised it to my tongue,keenly outstretched. And the micro-second it hit my taste buds, itbecame an ambrosia to my soul.I had taken my next step. It didn't take more than a few months untilI began to learn how to edge myself, to bring myself almost to orgasmand then back off, go slow, gently massage my shaft, or caress myballs, or gather up more precum to roll around in my mouth, over mylips, and then finally swallow down. I. The hug did feel good, even if I didn't like what I was hearing.After a brief hug and a kiss, my wife resumed our conversation."Darling, you can't help it because they are bigger than you and I delight in their bigger rods after having been exposed to them. You also can't blame yourself because the only way you can be comparable to them pleasing me is with your lovely tongue lapping action. No, Kirk, you have nothing to feel humiliated about. I want you to feel just as comfortable talking. "I'm sure most of the people I know would think me pretty strange, getting wet over forty year old women. But then again most of them think I'm pretty strange to begin with." I don't think you're strange," Susan said. "I think it's that you're more of a free spirit. I can remember what that was like. Back in the Stone Age." Cute and a sense of humor too," Elisa quipped. "This has to be my lucky night." Lucky night for what?" Susan asked, almost afraid to hear the answer."For what?" Elisa.