We had been just chatting about light things. I would say we talked about those kinds of things you want to learn about in a relationship that is deve...oping, but that wouldn’t be true at all. We were talking about our sexual preferences and desires. We had shared a few of the things that turned us both on. Surprisingly, we had a lot of the same turn-ons. What we weren’t discussing was where our relationship might be heading. I could only hope it was headed for the longer term, or, at least, a. I told her that I had no problem with you fucking Liz, if that's what she wants, but that I understood about your not wanting to share Alison." Well, then, let me just put it to you: do you want to screw Alison?" If she asked me to, and if it was all right with you. Otherwise, no." Well, that's what I was getting to. As I said, I don't know if I could handle that. But I want to find out, and the only way to do that is to try it. I really owe it to myself, and to Alison, to give it a go. I will. I hated it. She just keepswatching the TV. I wish she'd just show a bit of concern, that she careda little.Susanne, looked over her shoulder at me, her face lightly lined, her hairnot so lightly gray."You okay? You look like death warmed over."I'm shocked she actually seems concerned. I don't know what to say."Oh, Honey, what happened?"And then... I could see it...like heat over a barbecue. The "echo". Itradiated from her seat, spreading out and getting weaker..by the time itreached where I was. If we weren't in a rush, I would eat this Michelin star meal all night!I lean forward and gently lick the length of her open pussy. The sweet stench of sex fills my head. My hands grab round her arse and I pull her to me. She tilts her hips up so I can lick her, from arsehole to clit. I roll my tongue up, and push it right into her slick tunnel, feeling the warmth, and wetness as she forces herself onto me. Annie starts to moan and rock. I'm in my element, licking, tongue fucking, slurping.