Finally she came down from her high and murmured her love for me. I continued working on her pussy till I thought it was about as clean as I could get...it. She stretched out on top of me closed her eyes and told me how much fun she had had and that she love me as she kissed my face cleaning it up.She reached over the side and untied one of wrists saying your free now. I wrapped my arm around her, hugging her tightly to me and I knew the afternoon wasn’t over yet and I began planning what I would. I didn't know what to do. I did what I thought at that moment was the right thing to do. I swallowed the salty liquid. It was the wrong thing to do. Thinking about it disgusts me now. But I enjoyed it so much then. For a minute I didn't feel Robin. But after some time, I felt his mouth suckling on my left nipple. He alternated from my left breast to my right and back. He made sure nope of the area near my breast was left dry. The feeling of Robin;s saliva drying from my skin was something I. But otherwise, yes, I suppose that's it." Oh, James," she sighed, "I appreciate your loyalty to Wendy and everything but if you wanted to put me off with some story wouldn't it have been a lot simpler to tell me she was dying of cancer or something?"I groaned inwardly. She was right. It was an excellent suggestion and would have been well worth trying; it might at least have bought me a little time. I suppose recent events had been so vividly real to me that I had forgotten how incredible they. When he said: 'fuck your boring husband, you should fuck me instead', she wanted to fuck him all evening. What she did not know yet was whether she was a slut to him or a horny piece of ass to have risky sex with. But that mystery was exciting, made her wet. She wanted to find out and soon.When three weeks had passed without a cock in her mouth, Miss Jones knew things had to proceed. So she started making hints about what she would wear if she met him. What she liked doing on first dates.Her.