” I continued. “You know I can smell your arousal. You can feel it. You’ve done exactly what I asked. You’re naked except for that light blank...et you’ve brought downstairs, covering you. It’s cold downstairs, especially with the air conditioning, and you didn’t want to be shivering while you waited for me to arrive. It’s early in the morning. It’s still mostly dark outside. But there you are. Wide awake. Every one of your senses on high alert, waiting for the inevitable The touch. The smells.. ‘Since you did describe it so well, tell me what did you thought of it?’ ‘Excuse me, Professor Green. I can not tell you what I thought. I am too embarrassed to admit it.’ ‘Go ahead, Mr. Roberts. If you do, I promise not to make you blush at your remarks.’, she whispered seductively. ‘I thought you looked deliciously sexy Professor Green.’ ‘Is that so?’ I looked into her eyes and I saw something I hadn’t seen before. She continued to walk over to where I was standing. Her eyes never left mine. Then there's a pause while the appropriate response is determined and you have to take whatever is decided."Err," I'd had to do this about five or six times but I still found it hard to start. I heard a sigh of impatience from behind me. It wouldn't do me any good to keep her waiting. "I guess this comes into the category of offensive behaviour," I said."Go on." This was this morning. I was on my way to work. Waiting for the male bus on the corner of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street.. As he stared at me he placed his hands on my wife's shoulders and pushed her down to her knees where she need no encouragement to start to gently put her tongue to work on his knob. My excitement was all the greater watching this, my wife has always liked to suck my cock but now I was going to see her suck one that dwarfed mine. She was kneeling in front of and gradually taking more and more of his thick cock into her mouth until his full nine inches of thick, veined shaft was being pleasured.