I'd have to do a little more thinking on the subject to devise a plan that would allow me to monitor things at home while I traveled."Have you heard f...om John lately?" I asked.John Manson was a local artist who was doing our portrait for our wedding anniversary and was going to be unveiled at the celebration. Up until now I'd been very enthused to have it done as a visible keepsake of our twenty-five years of love and devotion to one another."He called the other day and wanted us to come for a. She nodded and felt pleased he had taken note of, and cared about, when she would be there."And there just may be another meeting on Wednesday - make or break, really," he continued. "I have to go back Wednesday night. Beth has texted me that Colin's unspeakable teacher is on the war-path again and wants a meeting Thursday morning." So you won't be here Wednesday evening?" she asked with clear disappointment in her voice."Oh yes I will," he replied. "I could only get a late flight home." Fine,". I've never had my anus licked and tongue-probed before. Heaven was a word that simply wouldn't suffice. Whatever cautions and unease I felt before were eroding away. I couldn't help but take my cock in my hand and begin to jack, but he slapped it away. It was as if he was telling me that it was up to him as to how and when I'd cum. I complied. WIth my ass still up off of his bed, he shifted himself to take my shaft back into his mouth and replace his tongue on my anus with his finger.Whoa!. When he shot his fuckjuice, she didn't even mind if the steaming hot slime splashed right in her face, either. But, unfortunately, she wouldn't take his cock into her mouth. She wouldn't even give it a lick. And after she'd emptied his balls and some of his jism was on her lips, instead of licking it up she always delicately mopped the stuff away with her handkerchief.It was nice to get jacked off, of course, but it was frustrating, too, to have his stiff cock so close to the girl's sweet mouth.