" I stood up and took her winefrom her. "I just need to get home in time to change clothes for work inthe morning. So, you tell me when you are ready ...or me to leave."I turned and went to the kitchen. I poured the wine and stood there for acouple minutes trying to gather myself. I felt drained from laying it allout, waiting for her to erupt, to tell me to leave. I did trust her, butI was certain that she was going to tell me to go. Now I was going backwith fresh wine so I felt I was going to be. Did he want a kiss? No."Do you suck?" he said. What a romantic."Do I suck what?" Come on man." I saw his right hand go to his fly. His left hand wasstill feeling my dick through my pants squeezing harder. I was pleased tosee a wedding ring on his finger. So he had to get off before going home.At least as a professional guy he would be clean.A few seconds later his cock popped out. I was pleased to see at least asolid six. Not great, but not pathetic. It had a nice curve to it. Hepulled. She had been naïve, she knew that now. He had her by the short and curlies (a phrase she had heard used by the cowboys, she had understood its meaning but not its provenance until she had used it in front of one of the girls, who had doubled up in fits of laughter and finally, between choking fits of laughter, had explained what it meant. She never said it again, but she did think it in her head sometimes), she knew that. She was pretty sure she knew what was coming. “I calculate that, at the. Nibbling, biting, teasing. Her tits were magnificent. She cuddled my head forcing me to take more of her tits into my mouth. I had to have more. I trailed my kisses down her stomach and lowered her panties as I went. Her bush was wet and shiny. I rubbed her mound and licked her lips. “Oh God, Oh Yes” she panted. My fingers spread her lips and I slid one than two fingers inside her. In and out, back and forth. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she moaned louder. My fingers reached up.