Normally, I would expect the dogs to have gone crazy barking and waking up my wife, but they lay there silently as if the bell had not wrung. Still wo...dering if I had perhaps fallen asleep briefly while reading and dreamed it, I got up and went downstairs to check.I opened the front door, and someone was indeed standing there; it was Sarina Valentina. I quickly opened the screen door and invited her into my home. The dogs were still quiet upstairs. Soon she and I were sitting in the living room. I ran my tongue from his balls up to his ass. He moaned as my tongue moved over his ass several times before pressing firmly against it. I loved knowing I was causing that reaction so I continued. The entire time my tongue was stroking his ass and balls my hand was stroking his cock. He began to drip and I used the moisture to allow my hand to more freely move over him. I loved the feel of him in my hand, almost as much as I loved having him in my mouth. While it was not the first time I had. She leaned back and pushed. My cock popped out and she squirted all over my cock and balls. She got off me and began to lick my balls and cock, lapping up every drop of her ejaculate.She came back up and again deep french kissed me, I could taste her squirt in her mouth. After a few moment of passionate kissing she climbed up on the couch and bent over. This sight was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He pussy lips were swollen and open, her wet pussy dripping. Her asshole was puckered. Clothing being removed, new garments being donned. Makeup being applied, hair being coiffured, the murmur of words being spoken though nothing in reality being heard until the sight of the rotund man reappearing, his nose red, and his obvious case of nerves having been fed heavily. I wish like him that I could be nearing oblivion but not even the strongest drink could have possibly quelled the feeling within, my body and my mind both reeling, a punch drunk fighter prior to the bout even.