Her children have a variety of colors. Her husband may even have fathered one of them. Enough of that. Let us get to work.”Later that evening, after...a delicious dinner, we were sipping brandy and smoking cigars in front of the fireplace when George asked me, “I would like some more comforting from Sally tonight if that is possible.”I smiled. Her excellent services were often requested by my male guests. “Certainly. I shall have her visit you for a while. My wife is indisposed and so I would. If I happened to cum in her mouth, she’d spent the night in the bath vomiting and brushing her teeth and gargling Listerine. Her hand jobs were so poor I gave up on that too. I was not screwed, not blued and not tattooed. I could please her with my tongue and hands and I did, at least twice a week. But after three years, I eased off. I was getting nothing out of this. Life was not good. I could not bring myself to ask for the things that caused her so much disgust. I guess I was just a failure. She closed in on his balls, slowing the movements of her tongue but making each one last that much longer.Tim sucked in a shuddering breath as he felt her tongue-tip trace the crease of his scrotum with the sensitive flesh between his legs. His balls jerked slightly and his dick gave a little lift on his thigh.Charlene was encouraged -- to say the least. She continued licking his balls, cleaning them of all the evidence of his earlier ejaculation. And all the time, she could feel them pulsing. "Sometimes I wonder if I really made the right decision when I said I'd marry him," she told me.I looked over at her, perhaps a little sharper than I'd intended to. "What do you mean?" Well," she beamed, her eyes shining, "I'm still young, ain't I? Maybe he's not the right one. Maybe I just jumped because he was the first one to ask. There's lots of other guys out there that might be better, isn't there?"I quite simply didn't know what to say to her.When I came home from work that night my Mom.