She really did want to know. She knew as of late that things were not quite as wonderful as he would like them to be, and she really wanted him to be ...appy. He told her that life had gotten better, but that his thoughts would drift every once in awhile, to places they should not go. As he said this, he took her hand and kissed it, very slowly. She felt his touch all the way through her body, trying not to tremble. ‘How can he have this affect on me,’ she thought. Sensing her reaction somehow,. ?Oh, oh no, not yet.?Sarah looked at the clock on the nightstand, pressed her finger to Edward’s ?external male G-spot? and he exploded in her. Men were so easy, she congratulated herself.?Sorry, baby,? she cooed with mock sympathy, I need to get ready for work, hope you picked something nice for me,? she said as she rolled her briefly incapacitated husband off to the side and dashed to the shower.When Edward regained his composure, he smiled ruefully at the ease with which she could manipulate. I explode deep into your mouth and you feel the first of my hot salty juice hit the back of your throat while to next fills your mouth.Your head stops bobbing, wanting to make sure you milk my cumming cock, and you back off slightly as spurt after spurt fills your mouth to your milking fist. You feel my legs tighten, shake, and spasm as I continue and my uncontrollable orgasm begins to subside. My cock head becomes sensitive and I beg you to stop, but you continue to twist your fist, making. I set it on the floor for the timora, Rasha."What is this? Have you no ale, or wine?" she asked me after sipping the milk."How old are you, anyway?" I asked her."I am in my fifteenth year. My day of birth was just celebrated a month ago," she responded."Well, I think you could use milk more than a glass of wine. You were suffering, and your body needs to replenish the vitamins that are in this milk," Matt rumbled firmly."Once you're done in here, I'll run a bath for you, or you can shower.