Sure enough Shane called me on Monday and asked me to meet him for happy hour drinks downtown. We agreed on a taco place that had decent happy hours.... I threw on some jeans, a cute black tank, and I met him around 5pm. The talk was stale at first - he was a golf instructor, moved here for a new start, had big family - and I sought solace in my margaritas to ease the awkwardness. I’m not sure whether it was the margaritas, his genuine interest in me, or the fact I didn’t eat many tacos to. “That’s up to you, Sweetheart. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, no matter what. As far as I’m concerned, our honeymoon will never be over.”That must have been the right thing to say, because she put the bolt down and tried to check out his tonsils with her tongue. The kiss went on so long that the wolves whined with impatience.“What?” she asked while looking at them.“They’re hungry.”“And you?”“I’m always hungry,” he said with a chuckle. “Sometimes I even want food.”She blushed and. It was time to pick up Heather from high school. I cleaned up, dressed casually but nicely, and drove over. I went to the office to find Heather waiting. “X!” She cried as she ran over to give me a chaste hug. She released me and turned. “X, please meet Miz Jefferson. Miz Jefferson, this is Xavier Marigold. I’m staying at his house right now.”Miz Jefferson was a nice looking woman in her late thirties or early forties who looked like she exercised intelligently. I said, “I’m X, Xavier Marigold.. Now you may suck my cock.” So I pull his pants and boxers all the way down exposing his semi-erect cock.I start stroking his cock. Slowly at first but then going faster and faster. Then I start licking the head and swirling my tongue around it. Then I start taking it in my mouth. Inch by inch. Slowly. Moving my tongue around it so he really feels it. I keep taking him in until i feel him all the way in my mouth, down my throat. (thank god for minimal gag reflex)I hear him moaning, gasping, and.