Inch by dreadful inch, his dick was f***ed down my throat. I could feel my throat muscles crying out in torture as they were stretched well beyond the...r normal range. And still it came. I was glad I had had a chance to at least wet it a little as he continued to stuff it down my throat. Luckily my gag urge was well suppressed as he drove the final few inches home. I could not believe the way my throat was stretched, feeling like I had a neck splint preventing me from moving my head. My nose was. Make me feel alive.”Taking my hand in hers, she slid it inside the shirt and around one of her breasts. The night we’d spent together flashed across my mind again, and I knew I didn’t want a repeat of that particular morning-after.“Are you sure?” I asked.She frowned. “It’s not catching, you know.” I laughed with her at that.“No ... I know that. I was just remembering the last time we did this.” Finally, the words had been spoken. Celeste frowned and then understanding flew across her. When the meal was finished the tables were cleared and the trio which had been playing quite soft music up to now, start with more upbeat tunes for the dancing.I went to the bar to get more drinks for the table, as got back carrying a tray; I noticed that Mary was not in her seat. I looked around and saw that she was on the floor dancing with Robert. When the dance was finished Robert brought Mary back to the table and said to me.“I hope you did not mind, David, me taking your beautiful wife. Nichelle stowed her purse under the seat in front. The plane made its final approach, landed and taxied to the gate. After picking up their gate-checked carry-on, Kit held Nichelle’s hand as they proceeded to baggage claim.Nichelle’s bag was first on the belt and Kit snagged it. He watched more bags descend the chute and then saw his light blue duffel. Leaning over, he snatched it off the belt.“Mom should be around here somewhere,” Nichelle said and scanned the room. She waved and sprinted.