I held her firmly with one hand while I again stroked her tenderly until she began to settle into a steady rhythm of soft breathing, at which point, I...asked her again, "What is the difference between your fantasy and that action which we saw in the other room?"She seemed to collect herself and responded thusly: "I want to be making love to another woman with my mouth rather than be sucking another man's cock!"We had it! That was it. Simple, until I began to consider the logistics of what she'd. Afterward I found Cheryl standing beside the dining room table, frowning at the bottle of Beaujolais held in one hand while the fingernails of the other slowly scratched the back of her leg just inside the edge of her khaki shorts."Bad vintage?" I asked as I quickly scanned the table to see if anything was missing. Nothing was. She didn't want any delays getting back to the foal.I'd startled her. Surprise turned to sullenness. "You drink this? Don't you have any Boone's Farm?" Boone's Farm?"She. He leaned forward and tickled my sack. Goosebumps swamped my whole body. He opened his mouth and his wet tongue welcomed my dick. I kicked my jeans and shorts off my feet, as he pulled me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Our dicks and balls were touching.I slid my hands over his sweaty back, down to his arse. I ran my fingertips down his crack, and kept them there while he kissed my neck.When I thought he wasn't looking I sniffed my fingers, the smell sent me. Heglanced at his watch. "Right on time." Hi, Bill. I'll be right with you."Bill froze in place."How do you know my name?" Bill asked as he stretched to see who hadaddressed him."You just look like a Bill," Terrell said as he casually walked up fromhis storeroom. He saw the bewildered look on Bill's face. "Don't worryabout it. I do that all of the time. One of those 'sixth sense'things."Bill took a couple of steps deeper into the store while keeping an eyeon Terrell. However soon enough.