I was absolutely whacked. By my reckoning I'd had about 3 — hours sleep and I was still pissed and stoned. I drew myself a good hot bath and threw i...n some Epsom salts. For some reason I thought that would help. As the water pressure was pathetic I cooked up some bacon and eggs while the bath was filling and ate them sitting on the toilet. (No I wasn't going to the toilet.) I would have looked a pathetic sight if anybody had seen me. The guilt of having rooted another woman while married was. I mean, like, knock me nearly unconscious with pure pleasure orgasms. And he can eat me and fuck me for hours and hours without either of us getting tired!” Mom was momentarily speechless. Then she said, “He’s really that good?” “Mmmm, yes!” I purred, as I thought back to how hard and deep he always fucks me. “It’s your heritage, you know. From my side of the family.” “Huh? What?” Now it was my turn to be a little bit shocked. “You come from a long line of hot-blooded, impish Irish lasses. When. Ken was not blowing me in the normal way we all think of a blow job, but holding my cock in his mouth, sucking gently, and lathing the head with his tongue. I have to say that it felt incredible, and whether he knew it or not, he was bringing me close to ejaculation. Of course, I didn’t tell him because all I wanted at that moment was to cum. I could feel myself at the very edge, and tensed for the moment when I would let go and release a flood of cum into his mouth, and … And Ken removed his. I tried Celeste but she couldn’t make it. Called Marisol and she was free. I was staying at an upscale hotel and it seemed liked she liked that. We decided for me to come to her. She is off the strip off a busy intersection in a good location. I left and called her about half way and she gave me direction on where to go and to call her when I was there. Went inside and had a beer and called her and she said that she was sorry that she was busy and wouldn't be ready for awhile but she.