True, my love for Amanda was taking big hits as it went longer between times when we were physically intimate. Every time she rejected my romantic ove...rtures, my love bank for her suffered additional withdrawals. But I had never loved another woman in my life, and even though I am not going to claim to be one of those saints who’ve never even looked at another woman (liars, one and all), I was still her prisoner in my heart. I guess that ruled out bumping her off, too. Please — Don’t get all. Sometimes after a quiet period sexually, I could almost hear her brain working as she struggled to find even more erotic things to do with me and for me.We had not been clubbing for quite some time but a week off work had us planning a late night out one Saturday about 4 weeks after the Morgan incident. We had a pizza, a few drinks in a pre-clubbers bar (buy one drink get another free until 9.00pm) and by 10.30, we were ready to roll. It was a newish club and the noise hit us as we entered. I. I wanted to cum on her face for such a long time .All my fantasies ended with me jizzing on her face smiling and with our eyes locked .So for the first time that evening I took matter in my own hand and told her what I wanted, not asking but almost commanding it:“I’m cumming again .I want to cum on your face!”She didn’t say nothing just sat on it a couple times more and then when I was really on the edge, she went on her knees as I rose holding onto my cock ready for spraying her beautiful face. .suckling..suckling..me deep long and hard. Deepthroating me twice hard. In a dark heat.I felt her touch on my vagina as her hands pulled my nipple,and caressing my breasts.tugging... Stromping... biting.between my vagina.she dove deep in my vagina latching herself to my vagina sucking gently.rubbing.’mm soft innocence’ she whispered. Licking around me.tasting Me slowly.suckling my vagina slow and deep.rubbing me between my legs.growling...rubbing..rubbing....rubbing.... sucking my vagina slow.