He inhaled a bit and very femininely exhaled andheld out up and out like I had seen so many women do. I drank somemilk it hit the spot even though it...was somewhat salty and lumpy Auntlooked and said "sweety that is real milk from a real cow and thebutterfat is not separated"As I drank my milk and Missy was smoking her long white cigarette AuntCelene looked at me sternly and said "I suppose you have a fewquestions" before I could reply she said I will explain and to waittill she was finished. Too soon to enter, but I knew she'd enjoy a little slick rubbing.One of the joys of mature sex in a long term relationship is that we are intimately aware of each other's likes and dislikes. Where to touch, lick or kiss, when, how hard, for how long, in what order. We are aware of and respect each other's limits. That's why it's called a 'relationship'. No-one gets everything their own way. My wife rarely likes me to cum in her mouth - I respect that. I don't like my feet tickled - that's fine. John's hand slowed and gradually stopped. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked around in a daze. John wiped his hands and leaned back to sip his wine, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in how he'd caused me to lose my composure so completely.The main course arrived, and I tucked in eagerly, suddenly starving now that I could enjoy the relief of satisfaction rather than the tension of building arousal. It was delicious. I finished first then occupied myself by rubbing John's now. As I announced I was cumming this also triggered Jonathan, and shortly he growled his own excitement as he flooded my backside.As we lay there gasping with him on top of me, he asked, “Are you okay?”“You’re a real fuckin’ stud, Jonathan,” I answered, before adding, “That’s just how I like it.”After a brief chuckle, he said, “I always had to cool things down with my wife. I was never given free reign and never realized how exciting being allowed to be a fucking animal could be.”"You never have.