It lacked the conventionality and formality of a restaurant date, it was almost as if we’d already met. My suggestion of a doggie play date had been...spontaneous, her response natural and unfeigned. In some ways that was immensely reassuring, in other ways worrying – this wasn’t one of the complicated steps required for the full SoCal mating dance. At least we had in common the fact that we weren’t native Angelenos, but by stepping out of the social norms and meeting elsewhere than some crowded. In a fewminutes, he pushed in all the way, his pubes pressing against mine, andcame a bucket. It was soooo pleasant to feel his cock throbbing as spermflowed out. He pulled out, and I pressed my hand over myself to keep thecum in. "C'mere lover," I motioned to my husband. A bit too drunk, hethought nothing of the fact that he was eating his friend's cum from me. The friend, meanwhile, knew only too well what he was doing. Muttering"holy shit," he dressed and booked, leaving my husband to. Apparently, I was doing something right, because I had attracted this amazing, enlightened man of my dreams into my life. So while I didn't entirely feel worthy of his love, I knew in my heart and in my soul that I was divinely worthy of a love that was greater than my mind could imagine and Charles was intent on proving to me that he wanted to give me every bit of his love. From the moment we met, from the moment I laid eyes on him, I was drawn to his energy, his aura, and his incredible. He pretty much lay there relaxed with his hands outstretched but his relaxed posture was in contrast to the sighs and moans escaping his lips, the flexing of his hips to meet my dropping onto him. I was grinding my pelvis onto his with greater regularity before again rising up for another sudden and complete drop down on him. He reached up and took each nipple between thumb and forefinger of each hand, twisting and pulling on them. And the moaning was intensifying but whether it was him or me,.