He surprised himself when he heard his voice agreeing to go with her. That was the beginning of their romance. It was after two a.m. when he stumbled ...nto his apartment that evening and he was besotted with Cynthia Vanderbilt. He had learned she was a very distant relative to THE Vanderbilt’s and was a very driven woman. They had exchanged addresses and phone numbers that evening. Cynthia (Roger had already learned not to call her anything but Cynthia) had agreed to a date the following Friday. 'I imagine yew'll not say no to coffee,' our hostess says, handing me a cup and indicating a pot that was a-settin on a flat stone just to one side of the fire. "'No ma'am,' I says. 'I surely wouldn't.' and I poured myself a cup, holding it in my hands and blowing on it a mite afore I drank. "Well, sir?that there coffee had obviously been made by a master of the art. Strong enough to float a horseshoe in as we used to say and with just a hint of chicory for added flavor. 'There's a plate of. I had to do something quick before ... why was I acting as if I had hurt the feelings of a real woman?Shaking my head I opened my mouth then snapped it close. What in the hell was I going to say? I wasn’t any good at feelings or emotions, thinking quick I decided that science was the answer. “Sheila, I did not mean to imply that you did anything wrong. For some humans, this is good for the circulation others not nearly as good.”Sheila’s face seemed to take on a long pause as she digested what I. I got on my knees in front of him. He braced the back of my head and pulled me towards his cock. I caught the tip with my tongue and let it slide down. My lips met the head of his cock and slid over the head of his cock and onto the throbbing shaft. He was pulling me onto his cock hard so I knew to take it all the way down. He sighed when I did and released the pressure on the back of my head. It felt good to take him deep. Silence settled in. I needed to breath. I pulled back and kissed.