"She called me Davey, as she had difficulty with pronouncing the 'w' 'in Dewey; I liked it.Her arms and legs would tighten around me, and she would ki...s my neck. On a few occasions she would shout out in a guttural voice as she came, and toss her head from side to side. I don't know what she shouted, it wasn't in German.I spent hours with my mouth at her sweet slit, as she told me where to put tongue and fingers, how to stroke along her labia lips, when to suck the clitoris, how many fingers,. Fuck. I can't last. I’m gonna cum," I moaned as her tongue swirled around and around, her head bobbing."Mmmm," she groaned, bringing her other hand up and squeezing my balls. That took me over the edge."I’m coming," I moaned and spurted forcefully.She squeezed my balls a little more, drew her mouth up slightly and sucked as hard as she could and swallowed the stream of cum. She continued massaging my balls as I pumped her mouth full of my seed.She just kept sucking and swallowing every bit. She. Not on this plane.” We weren’t flying, so I assumed she meant a metaphysical plane of some sort.“We should see if we have met somewhere else then,” I said. It was a joke. Sort of. Not like I wouldn’t want to meet her again, on this or any other plane. I wasn’t expecting her to pull her apron off.“I’m off work now,” she said simply. She followed me out of the restaurant and we walked down by the lake.‘The Lake’, in South Minneapolis-speak could mean Harriet, Calhoun, Isles, or Cedar. All were. .... I enjoyed the excitement of the affair, she was a work colleague also married and we were good together sex wise. It ended because she wanted more and unfortunately I then realised I was really just using her for the sex. Anyway, it gave me the taste for having something different and brought some excitement to my life, so I knew I would be looking for more.Working away presented the perfect situation to get more sex. I had become skilled in using lonely hearts columns in local newspapers,.