I don't know his name, I don't care to know his name, all I can comprehend at this point is the sheer warmth of his cock in my hand and the weight of ...t. My loving wife leans in and whispers...go ahead, place it between your lips and feel what you have been desiring for years. At that point, she took her hand off my cock and gently pushed the back of my head towards this rigid tool. At first, the wave of warmth and saltiness was intoxicating, I couldn't believe I had waited this long. As my. "What are you doing Molly? With your hand I mean?" I'm rubbing on what you boys call a pussy. You see Paul I haven't had sex in quite a while and you have excited me and I'm wet and horny so I'm rubbing my pussy just like you would play with your cock." Gee Molly I'm just a kid and I didn't think that I could excite anyone much less a beautiful woman like you. Can I see what you're rubbing?"She hesitated for just a moment, then said, "Sure Paul, why not." Molly stood up and unzipped her shorts. Most people did not eat pussy in those days anyway and most men who said they did lied about it. She took two days to open because she was shy and nervous and tightened up. I was large and engorged and did not know what the fuck I was doing either, and not being able to get inside her made me both nervous and pissed off. I had waited, 23 years to get this pussy, I had a two week leave between 3 years in Germany and a promised 6 months Stateside (Dwell Time) and then Nam. She would Not Give it. The titty monster is pulling up from work. And it’s hot as hell out here so I know she’s in a sleeveless top shirt as usual. So she pulls up and yells out the window “what are you doing down here?” I replied just catching up with Bob. She then says some jibberish that I can’t make up. She pulls into the drive way and gets out the car and as expected that fucking sleeveless shirt with a shot of side tits that I couldn’t help but stare at. She caught me and said remember what happened last time.