But, Sunday mornings can go either way: if I enjoyed myself a lot Saturday night, then Sundays can be a bit painful. Or groggy. Or, groggy and painful... Last Sunday was neither. Due to a change in my usual schedule, my fiance and I were alone on Sunday morning for a change. This… turned out to be a very good thing. I got up around 8, brought in the paper, and found she was still ‘out’ at 9. So I brewed some coffee, surfed the web and made peanut butter chip pancakes with powdered sugar. I threw. Not much to describe after that, i was getting my first facefuck, i was sucking his cock with much gusto, moving my head up and down the length of his shaft as fast as i could without smacking my head into him, i felt great (although i started wondering why it was called a blowjob). i followed a few of his "tips", like at one point i slowed down when i got to the base of his shaft and licked his balls (was able to take one of them into my mouth (with a little extra effort) not bad for a. While on the bus, I thought about June. What is going on with her? Why is she doing this? Things were going so well between us. Why is she fucking up things now? Women! I half-heartedly called her back and honestly, I was kind of relieved that she didn’t pick up because she wasn’t around, or didn’t feel like it. Whatever. I sat on the bus, deep in thought. Well, something pulled me out of my reverie. A White guy sitting two seats behind me sat with an older White lady and he kept going on and. "Like what you see?" Fuck yes," he replied!" How do I compare with all of the other sluts here tonight?" Are you k**ding, none of them can hold a candle to you! You are the fucking sexiest woman I have ever seen!"As Joanna looked him over, she grabbed his crotch and told him, "From the way your pants are tenting out, I have to believe what you're telling me. Tell me stud, how big is that package you're showing off?" Just, j-just under 10-inches, although looking at you I'm sure it's bigger than.