Satisfactory, but nomore.She is, though, constantly raising her eyes to mine--seeking approval,or direction. I'm not going to tell her how to do her ...job. So I justsmile. I don't understand the inclinations of our membership. But Ifigure the sight of a willing large-eyed girl with your dick in hermouth is generally acceptable.I surrender to the moment. Which continues for quite awhile. Warmdribbles on my balls. Nice at first, but chillier wetness over time.Minutes tick by. Not. My lips found her stiffening clit and I sucked and flicked my tongue over it. As I slipped a finger deep inside her, I felt her body convulse as she had her first orgasm. It was like a river had been let loose from inside her. “Please fuck me,” she begged. I slowly lifted myself from the floor, my lips sliding up to nibble her piercing. I guess I spent too long because she pulled me up by my hair. I tried to stop at her breasts again, but she was having none of it. I lifted her knees in my. Steve had never indicated to me that he was a breast man. The one time I did mention getting a boob job he came unglued and told me that mine were perfect and not to touch them. What else did the cunt have going for her besides tits? I treated Steve like a fucking king for Christ's sake and he was out screwing around on me? I didn't wait to see what time Steve and his cunt would come out of the room. I just went home and was in bed pretending to be asleep when Steve got there.I could have. I knew that unless I did something to stop this trouble I could lose Eleanor. After all, unlike me, she wasn’t immortal. I decided that I needed to force Brian’s hand. The following day I put my plan into action. I watched Brian’s house very carefully for the next week. Every time he went outside he found that he had tremendous crushing chest pain. It didn’t last long but it was enough to frighten him. After a week of this he came over to our house with his wife in tow. He knocked on the door..