She asked my forgiveness, if I felt insulted by her remarks, the other day. I probably stopped breathing for a moment, by the amazing heavenly touch i... my left palm. I started to squeeze it slowly. She was shivering.I was exited like a bull. She was a little girl for me, I lifted her like a child. I placed her on my lap and started to squeeze her boobs, kiss her neck. I tried to lift her t shirt, she was holding me back. She could not stop my hands entering under her bra. Holly molly, it was. I took a sip of my margarita. “Nothing’s worked.” “I love you, honey.” She scooted over to kissed me on the cheek, then nearly fell off her bar stool trying to get back on it. “Woops.” “I guess, I’m driving.” “Good idea!” “You’re not mad?” There was always hope she would be. Something got her mad that night and something pushed her ‘on’ button and I couldn’t let go of the idea the two facts were related. “Nah,” she said. She took another sip. “But, I will be in the morning!” “How many is that?”. It wasn’t as deep but there was something about the feeling of my cock and groin rubbing against the smooth cushion of his fleshy buttocks that sent me over the edge. Tension rose in my loins till a last thrust caused my body to tremble and my cock to blast my load of semen into the steamy depths of Keith’s bottom! It was quite possibly the best orgasm of my life! As great as this had been, in the back of my mind I was nervous and anxious to be on the receiving end. Keith had clearly loved it. "All I am going to say is that this is a surprise unlike any other you've ever had before and unlike any you are likely to ever have again."This had, of course, just piqued their curiosity that much more and the dinner had consisted of little more than their adolescent cajoling and whining. Phillipe was now convinced, more than ever, that his surprise would be most appropriate for these two.How odd to now hear their compliments as opposed to the snide, derogatory remarks the two had aimed his.