It was a Friday night. He liked his men young and smooth. So I shit, showered, and shaved everything. Then got dressed in tight boot cut jeans, a blac... dress shirt, and boots. He picked me up in a red Mazda Miata from my apartment. He complimented me on how I was cuter in person than the pictures I sent him over the phone. I blushed a little (I wasn't then nor I am now used to hearing compliments on my looks). He must have left the office when he picked me up. He was dressed in khaki slacks and. I still remember being weirded out by the chafing of his stubble against my skin and not really kissing back. Luckily he wasn’t discouraged by this. It was my turn to sit down, his turn to kneel. The first time for me to be successfully eaten out.We stayed in that position for a long time. Though I really enjoyed it, I’m not someone who comes quickly, or easily. Nowadays I know that about myself, and I will notify a partner that we should maybe try a few more things, but back then I just kept. Her pussy was already soaking and when I stroked her pussy lips and eased open her vagina to stroke her protruding clitoris, she moaned in pleasure… She was so horny that She ripped off her skirt and G-string right there and beckoned me to lick her slit. I licked and sucked her pussy, drinking her juices and eating her insides until she climaxed, and when she did, she sprayed love juices all over my face… I told her ‘Now its your turn’ and she, with a quick nod god down on her knees while I sat. Michelle commented that it was nice that we gotmarried "for real this time", which confused myparents a bit.Personally, I think what we were also married for realwhen we exchanged vows in Amy?s house. We weremarried twice now. I mused that it would take twodivorces if we ever wanted to call it quits. I wasn?tsure if I was Heidi Campbell or if Jenny was JennyBerry. I don?t think it really mattered. We were twopeople who were deeply in love, and nothing wouldchange that.After the ceremony, I.