She let it go and quietly got ready for bed. I don't know if either of us slept much that night.Things got a little better over the next few days. The...e weren't any more blowups and she didn't go back to Jackie's. We didn't get the chance to have sex until the weekend, but at least when we did, each of us seemed committed to making the other feel fulfilled. We spent the entire weekend together, making me wonder if I hadn't been wrong to lash out at her.Her entire attitude seemed to have. Probably early 40’s….who was dressed nicely and chatting with a pretty young lady with a beautiful figure, both of them drinking wine as they talked. He glanced around the room as they chatted, and I saw his eyes land on me. He stopped talking for a moment, then pointed me out to his companion, who smiled and nodded at the man, as if in response to a question. Then she left their conversation, with another glance in my direction, and he walked over to me and introduced himself as Warren. I told. She leaned forward and put a tiny kiss on each one. More kisses followed, small, dainty, tender kisses. His sack was so sensitive, it felt like butterflies were gently landing and fluttering there. It was like being tortured with tiny feathers. She was wonderful.She held his balls high and kissed down to his tight brown hole. She planted tiny kiss after tiny kiss right on his hole opening. He clinched it and made it pucker up like a tiny mouth to return her kisses. He was feeling shock. .. no, need to have more with each little bit being swallowed. The actual feel of his penis on my tongue, the hard erection but soft warm and malleable skin conforming in shape to the contractions of my mouth, knowing the electrifying sensations I was giving him, made me dream of him doing the same to me. My mouth was at that moment - for lack a of a better word - a vagina and he was fucking it.There was no fear or guilt, I actually found it very pleasurable, the satisfaction that I was giving.