She climaxed a third time, with a wail of what sounded like pain, and then she started laughing."Oh, fuck," she said. "Oh, fuck! I didn't know I could... cum like that! I'm sorry! Your face is a mess!" Sorry for what? That's what towels are for." Well, I think we're even in the orgasm department. Three apiece! And we haven't even really fucked yet!" Would you like to?" Oh, yeah! But let me recover first. Let's cuddle. And look, we have company."I looked up to see Angelo and Chet. They'd seen. Dont go direct to my pussy but linger and play with the rest until i say you may lick me. and hands are to be held on your back i just want your tounge and mouth my toyboy" i look up at her and nod starting to let my tounge travel over your thighs and the pieces of flesh that are exposed.. several minutes i lick and kiss and suck on you and getting very close to the wet pussy but dotn touch it til now.. and my work is bearing its fruits, you moan already loudly and the already wet pussy is now. It felt good to my ego, but it also hurt me to know that this babe really suffered that much from the attitudes of close-minded guys. Surely, there were other men with a more enlightened view of things, but convincing Kay of that would be an uphill climb. Like it or not, I had committed myself to a more permanent situation than I planned.For a man who had sworn off most long-term relationships since my divorce, it was a rude awakening. Then again, Kay was a far nicer woman than Sherry and she. " She giggled at this and said, "All right," and we kissed again, more deeply and romantically. I reached behind her as we did and flipped the light-switch off, which made her giggle againWe continued like this for awhile without speaking, and I allowed our kisses to become a little more passionate without actually moving my hands from around her waist. Then I raised them to her shoulders and pulled her closer, saying, as if continuing the conversation, "Besides, you seemed kind of tired, and I.