.and she commented that my cock was up for it...i had to agree.She lowered her mouth around my hard shaft and deep throated me as deep as she could go.....it nearly disappeared into her soft lips and deep throat. She then raised her head and started to lick down the sides of my cock licking the foreskin and then back up to my helmet...each lick was a wonderful feeling my balls tightened and she grabbed them in her hands and started to gently play with them as she sucked. He fingers slipped down. Leaving all those juices on that hard wood will never do. And," I pointed to my own semi-hard wood, "there are some juices that still need to be cleaned from here as well. Do a good job, and there will be a wonderful reward waiting."Samantha nodded and, when I released her, sank to her knees and began to lap at the puddled juices her first orgasm had wrenched from her. Within a few minutes she had licked up the cum, and then used her now much-too-large black slip to wipe up the saliva she had. I really did like her…but how do I prove that? How do I prove to her that I respect her? What should I say? Geez….I was sure I had blown it and I was speechless. ‘Kiss me.’ I heard her say….I think. ‘Huh?’ ‘Kiss me you jerk…before I change my mind.’ I looked deep into her eyes while I put my hands on her cheeks and stroked them gently. Her hair was down in front of her face on one side and I pushed it back away. Her full, wet lips were waiting for me, but I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was. After all does'nt the widow 'ruffie' her victim, despite having it in the embrace of its sticky home, before proceeding to devour it at her own leisure for her own pleasure. Having crossed the precipise of her plan there was no retreat now, she thought of all the pleasures she would have with Mr Daniel as she prepared him for her ministrations. Taking pleasure at handling his body before he woke. Her own preparations were done long beforehand. As she sat on the leather armchair across her bed.