"Look," she said, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just come and see what it's like."I was very uneasy. "What's going to happen?" ...I said.Michelle smiled. "You're not going to believe this," she said.I do trust Michelle, but this was so unlike her."What is this?" I said. The man, Charles was his name, had just put on a CD. It certainly wasn't music."It's a waterfall sound," said Patricia, his wife. "It can help the process." Michelle sat on a couch, still grinning at me. ” And she again flashed me another one of her bright smiles. “Now you start on your bacon and eggs while I go and get the biscuits out of the oven. We want to be sure you have enough energy to do what ever you want, to me, as much as you want this weekend.” “The whole weekend you say?” “Uh huh. Your wife figured since you had the whole weekend to celebrate, that she would let you enjoy your gift for the entire weekend too.” “Sounds good to me.” As she opened the oven and bent down to take out. This was unlike the vaginal orgasms she’d just had. Her oral orgasms were on a whole different plane. It always surprised me how she had these different orgasmic tiers. I liked that about her. After shooting another one or two good-sized jets of my white juice in her amazing mouth I began to come down from my orgasm, my flow of semen ebbing. Simone, though, was still climaxing like it was an event for the ages. She appeared to be in another world for a few more seconds when she grabbed a hold. "Get him naked, and he'll be taking time outs to go try to fuck every girl sitting on the third-base line." Then he blushed. "Scuse my language." Fuck your language," I told him with an impish grin. He grinned back. "You should've figured out by now that I'm not that pristine." Yeah, you're right," he grinned. "In fact-and I'm being a real jerk by even bringing this up, especially if it's not true, but I'm curious. I heard a rumor that you 'got it on' with some guy in right field." True story..