Icouldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t wantto. I knew what was going to happen and I couldn’twait. My only fear w...as that I might get nauseated bythe amount of sperm I was about to swallow. I didn’twant that to happen. I love it so damn much. I’ve beeneating it for years. I love to play with it, feel itstexture, smell it and let it come alive in my mouth. Amillion cells invading my every tastebud.The first man came up to my head and began to jerk. Mine was like this. I was sitting in the lobby of one of the big banks’ head offices, suited and booted for an interview. The weather outside was crisp and sunny and I had chosen a gunmetal pencil skirt, white blouse and dark blue jacket along with the usual underpinnings and was reading a newspaper while I waited for what seemed ages. I don’t remember hearing anything until I was conscious of far distant wailing sirens, a few very muffled screams and a wet sensation on my face. I tried to move. The exquisite intensity of her final orgasm as he pushed back the hood of her clitoris to suck its hard nub and thrust his long fingers into her hot and silky depths was beyond description.The experience of mutually shared sexual love had been amazing, an experience that was amplified by sight and sound of Charles and Rita at the height of their mutual climax. The ecstasy she felt when Thomas finally released his sperm inside her vagina was almost religious, and for the first time in her life,. I kept kissing and licking it, and I felt like I was in love with it. I wasn't nervous anymore, just extremely excited. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it, closing my eyes without thinking about it. It was so overwhelmingly satisfying. It felt so natural. His penis was sooo smooth and warm; hard but the surface was soft and I loved squeezing it with my lips."Look up at me."Before this, the idea of eye contact was too weird to me, but I had no trouble looking up at him while I.