Then my juices slide through my penis and made a pool of it on my abdomen while sliding down.Di bent on me and started licking the juices like a kitte... licks the milk saucer. She cleaned my abdomen and the shaft and with satisfaction, she raised her head and smiled at me.“Di! Why did you do this?”, I asked. She, licking her lips with her tongue, smiled and said” “I want to see how much you discharged yesterday in me and the second is to know how longer you can retain when you fuck me. She smiled at me and said, “Small world full of large coincidences, right?” She smiled, nodded at Wendy and gave a little wave. Wendy had joined a conversation group next to us a few feet away. They both smiled broadly at each other, a good sign.Somewhat disconcerting was that Wendy sat in the front row for the briefing and Q&A session about Worthington Industries, and made it a point to show a lot of leg; nothing outrageous, but just enough to be distracting to me. I know Cindy noticed. She. “How is the foot?”“Oh it was deeper than I thought and you were so nice that night, but I think it is healing okay. Want to check it for me?” Oh hell woman want are you doing. You want him to touch your foot mmm you want him to touch even more admit it. You want those big rough hands all over your body.“Ahhhh oh okay”. Damn she wants me to touch her foot and I know I am going to have a hard on soon. John walked over and took the foot in his hand. He was standing but she complained so he. And Bernie is as enthusiastic as he is large.He approached me with a huge grin on his face. I did the man-hug backslapping thing with him, while looking pleadingly at the rest of the people trying to get somebody to tell me who the fuck he was. Now Bernie shows up at most of my gigs. Especially ones in nice cities like San Francisco.We were at the Fairmont this time. The bar area off the lobby is one of those big open expanses where it feels like you are terribly de rigueur if you are not.