We sat at the dining table, and she averted her gaze from my own, as if I were some frightful Basilisk, a snake that would turn her very essence to st...one. In some respects that was entirely true, given how uneasy she seemed. It pained me immeasurably to see her so agitated. Finally, she broke the silence. “Tony…” she began. I glanced at her impassively, fearful that were I to speak, I would interrupt the incantation, and distract her from the obvious effort it was taking for her to even speak.. " Krista and I had been thinking of buying some new furniture. I dreaded the thought of chasing furniture around for a month or more so I told Krista to just go look around and when she found some things she liked, I'd go with her and we'd decide. One not particularly eventful Thursday I got home from work and Krista was all smiles. "I think I may have found some furniture," she told me with an inordinate degree of glee. "Great," was my somewhat drawn out, sarcastic reply. "I suppose that means. ” The young man showed little resistance and was soon crying “Oh no! Oh no!” Dee pulled away and the old man continued to pump on the cock in his hand. The he came; the first stream hit her forehead, then more and more. Her face was covered, her eyes were closed and his come dibbled into them. She then closed her mouth over his wilting cock and sucked and cleaned off the remaining come. Steven eventually pulled his cock out of Dee’s mouth and tucked it back in his trousers, then turned to. I rolled onto my back to look at him, and smiled. Yes, I was definitely still holding my breath as his hand massaged my stomach gently. Through the satin nighty, it felt even more welcome than I had expected it to. I had just started to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen when he whispered, ‘Just breathe.’ I let the air out of my lungs with a sheepish look on my face, and snuggled up closer to him. I knew him so well, and he knew me better than I knew myself most days—why should I be uncomfortable.