She eyed those with a smile.That was at least an opening for conversation, “Did you run out of coffee at home?”That got a smile and she said, “N..., I’m not allowed to have any there, or donuts either.” When I looked puzzled she continued, “My husband is very religious and caffeine is considered, like alcohol and cigarettes and such, to be a bad thing for your body.”I mentioned I had read a book about some of the beneficial aspects of that chemical, so widely used by peoples all over the. ‘I’ve already told them. You can tell them whatever you want. I don’t care. They know the truth.’ She said all this in that now irritating monotone that truly transmitted the fact that she didn’t give a damn what I said or what I thought. The conversation went back and forth for a while longer with her telling me in so many words what a useless asshole I was and me trying to figure out what I was going to do. I didn’t get any sense I was going to change her mind. After I while, I got up and. “Bryan, you need to learn how to make love to a woman and to give her the orgasm that she deserves! So tell me what you would like to do to Tara to begin giving her an orgasm?” Jane moved behind the chair where Tara sat. I thought for a second I saw a little tensing in the posture and face of Tara, but if it was there it was gone nearly as fast. But then I saw her nipples begin to harden and poke into the thin red material of her shirt. “I would start by unbuttoning her shirt so I could. He kept his hands up as he leaned in and started eating the partially protruding hot dog. His breath was like fire blowing against my pussy and I arched and squeezed my pussy, forcing more of the hot dog out for him to eat along with my cum. He did not stop; he was eating the hot dog and licking my labia at the same time like a ravenous an1mal. I kept pushing using my kegel muscle exercises to force more of the dog out into his waiting mouth.With a final hard push, the last bit of the hot dog.