, I brought out the teapot, an ‘Old Country Roses’ style that had been a wedding gift for Jenny and me. I filled the electric kettle with just eno...gh water to fill the teapot (no point in over-filling – it only delays the process and uses more electricity). A lesson in home economics drummed into me by my ex. I wonder if she is so fussy now she’s living on millionaire’s row. When the kettle had almost boiled I poured a little of the hot water into the china tea pot. Never make tea in a cold pot. He groaned as her pussy clenched around his cock and her warm juices covered his shaft. His intention was to make love to her slow and deep, but he could not contain himself. The feel of her wetness and warmth of her drove him crazy and he began pumping into her hard wanting to be deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, crying out as her hips rotated against him. He released her hands and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly against him as he fucked her, his cock. You set me down on the bed. You pull off your shirt as I slowly kiss your stomach and sides. I start to undo your jean shorts. I slowly slide them and your boxer briefs down. I start to kiss and lick all around your cock moaning as I do. I slowly slide my tongue up and down the shaft of your cock. On the way back down your shaft I lick and kiss the head of your cock. You start to undo my bra as I slowly slide the head of your cock into my mouth. With my hands free I slide my panties off. You. My cock was rock hard and I think Wetzel knew it which belied my emotions of anger which he couldn’t quite figure out. I shoved his hand off my knee glaring at him “fuck you Wetzel,” I said, hoping to increase fear in him and his submissive nature even more. It worked like a charm. “Don’t be mad at me please,” he begged, his beautiful emerald eyes welling up with tears. “Damned,” I thought, maybe I went to far-------I wanted to just hug him right then and there and tell him “every things gonna.