You know what that means, right? Anyway, though it felt great, and it never went soft, we just never got there. She kept at it for ages, but eventuall... she had to come up for air, and I was so embarrassed that I sent her home. She told me it didn't matter, that it happened to everyone sometime, and that we should try again another night. I told her I'd call her, but I knew I couldn't ever bring myself to.So there I was. My slowly drooping member was all sticky from Maggies work, but somewhat. This placed her right breast in full silhouette, revealing a fully erect nipple at the tip of her firm C cup breast. Her hips continued to sway back and forth in an exaggerated movement as she turned and looked at me again over her left shoulder. The left breast was displayed perfectly in the light. She knew I could see every part of her body clearly and it excited her. She turned to face me where I sat, my arms draped across the back of the sofa on each side, my legs. She turned her head from me. Curious as to why she did this, I took her head in my hands and turned it back. Her eyes were awash with tears. ‘I’m so sorry Cheri,’ she sobbed. ‘So sorry for ze way zat I treated you. I sink zat to please a man you ‘ave only to fuck ‘im. But now, because of you I know zat zere is more zan zat. To make ze man ‘appy you must love from wizin.’ ‘Not all men are like me. Many of the men that you have fucked would be satisfied with what you gave them, they would also be. She forced herself to remain as calm as possible, to keep her body as relaxed as she could, except for where his mouth was. That wonderful sucking mouth.Her ex-husband had never done this for her, i.e. treated her to orgasms willingly, unselfishly. She found it incredible that a man could be so patient and to worship her body as she had so often fantasized.Always enjoying attention and craving intimacy with a man after three months of a “dry spell," she felt slightly guilty for flaunting.