" I thought I'd faint with lust. Breathing like a race horse, I positioned myself over her body and she guided me in and it was like magic, something ...o natural yet so strange. I can still remember the feeling of sinking into her warm wet cunt like it was yesterday. The feeling of her adjusting her hard body underneath me, her squeezing on my dick with her tight cunt muscles. It was just too much for me and I came in her, in huge gushes, shuddering in pure delight as I filled her with my virgin. I've never felt like this before. It's incredible. But if I'm gay ... what does that mean, about my marriage ... about my kids?" Mary, I love you so much, but you take everything so seriously. I don't think you have anything to worry about." Really?" Yes. You're so smart and you've accomplished so much in your life so far. I guess that's how you've done it, by taking everything you do seriously." Well, thank you, Nancy." Mary, Honey ... I didn't mean that totally as a compliment. Don't get me. The one single constant, the thing that makes this fall into the category of recurring dream, is that somehow, alone or in a crowd, my head always ends up between your smooth, pale widespread legs with my lips and tongue enthusiastically lapping your beautiful, soft, sopping wet pussy. I know you’ve never believed in coincidence. Neither have I. I know you’re a person who looks and finds pattern and meaning in all things. What then does this dream mean? Please tell me. How do you interpret it?. No explanation was necessary: he knew what that word meant. He brought his mouth to my foot. I felt his tongue begin to bathe my foot, on top first, then on the sides as he lapped and sucked in his pooled cum. He swallowed then, gagging a little, but after that he became used to the taste, smell, and texture of his semen and completed his task without further difficulty. I felt his tongue on my toes, licking along the top of them and then taking each in his mouth and cleaning it off, running.