She ran hertongue up and down the bottom of the cock as she slowly took more andmore of into her mouth.How long did she demonstrate her knowledge of h...ow to please a cock? Itseemed like hours as she used the talents she had acquired from years ofpractice. Up and down the shaft, sometimes quickly sometimesagonizingly slowly, always keeping her tongue moving. Was she pleasingher Mistress? She never knew. The only clue was that the cock stayedhard, pulsated once in a while and every now and. I guess in retrospect, I had a lot of respect for Nancy and years later I understand she was more my “best friend” rather than a convenient vessel for my excessive production of spunk too precious for random distribution. It was only last year that she married a fireman from across the river and I suspect he packed a sizable hose to keep her flame of sexuality smoldering far from public view. Her first offspring was a set of twins and she seemed well-suited to maternal expressions. It was. But I did wonder how long the lady would wait until she was pleasured once more. I took off for the San Diego Country Club down in Chula Vista. I needed to do some caddying and get some extra cash. I would usually go down every weekend for a few hours and then get back up to the rooming house to get some studying done. This time I decided to take a detour over and see Cindy and Dad at home. I left a note in Maggie's room because she was out working her part-time job, too. I was thinking of. Somewhere in his mind, he had convinced himself that she wanted this as much as he did.“Let me finish first,” he suggested.“Are you out of your mind?” she was flabbergasted by his request.“I'm just having a little fun. You can beat me up for it later.”“Owen, you’re not making sense. This isn’t a joke. We are related. We just have a one night stand or anything.”“Why not?” he responded with a shrug. “As long as no one knows, then it’s just two people having sex. We don’t ever have to talk about.