I did not know. I then started making a little noise to help her wake up.Her hair was matted over her face, so I could not see her expression as she...regained consciousness. She slowly lifted her head and cocked it, looking for me. She raised up, then grabbed a pillow and crushed it under her chest for support. I whispered, “There’s coffee”. She looked at me thru her daze and then smiled when what I said finally penetrated her brain. “Oh, coffee! I need some”. I brought her cup over. Her hand darted out and struck me across the face. I fell to the bed. Thebinky bounced off my pillow and landed in my lap."I'm sorry..." I started saying but she cut me off."No. You aren't sorry... not yet," she enunciated every word carefully."Dave was a bit out of line, that's true. He was just making you squirm abit. I'm sure he didn't want to drag your crossdressing, shitty-diaper-covered ass to Stacey's place but I do now. I want you to suffer, now." I just want to get these clothes off.. She has big round brown eyes, a little small mouth and a sexual appetite that is rarely if ever completely satiated!! To top this off, over the years she has developed the best cock sucking technique that I have ever experienced and I raised my head and looked down at her as she looked up the length of my torso and pulled my cock upright to her hungry lips.It is hard to describe what it is that she does. She sucks and slides her tongue up and down the underside of your cock head, right across. His cock had that jerky, jolty, wrenched; heavenly heave feel…Tamara engaged her clenched fist around his shaft and worked his head with the sloppy suck slurpy motion of her pliable close fitting lips.How had this happened? They were watching each other being given oral delight and it was racy raunchy and way beyond ribald now…they were past the point of decency…all that remained to discover was the compelling inundation of mutual pleasure.The delicious durable tension of palpitating privates.