.. and there is nothing better than having a cock squirting cum down my throat. I love it!My pussy is so wet right now writing about what happened I m...ght have to finish this later.I sucked his cock as it began to shrink and I was so horny that I didn’t stop. I wanted to make it hard again and put it in my pussy. I wasn’t having much luck and it kept getting softer until I stood up and rubbed the big knob up and down my wet slit.That did the trick and it and I felt the shaft start getting stiff. I listen once again for the sound of the oars. So long as he is rowing he can't be touching her, and they won't be kissing. Yes, the sound is still there, but I know with a sense of dread that it will surely stop.There ... it stops quite suddenly. Not as if they were too far away to be heard, but as if, and only as if, he had stopped rowing. I know without a doubt what that means. He is running his hands up and down my love's back and sides, echoing the way she has been rubbing her hands on his. She had invited me to an interview. I am a journalist and I had been commissioned to do a series of interviews of wealthy businesswomen for her magazine. I’d suggested that she might herself be a subject and, to my surprise she'd agreed when her editor had mooted the idea. Her office was spare, nothing to tell you about her, no pictures, no artwork, nothing. Her desk was large, like a billiard table, almost empty, not even a phone. There was one small vase of fresh flowers and when I commented. So you, Brian, will entertain me."She leaned down and her perfect lips kissed yours, her impossibly long tongue pushing into your and moving around like a snake, even going down your throat making you gag slightly. You also felt her push down onto your cock, her impossibly hot, wet cunt swallowing you whole and sending more pleasure than you'd ever felt in your felt burst through your body like a firework. Breaking the kiss she continued to rock on your cock as she looked down at you."I am.