Theo knew exactly what was expected of him and wasted no time in complying. His arms reached round her, his hands cupped her buttocks and drew her on ...to him. He saw puffy labia showing signs of leaking moisture, inhaled the heady aroma of female genital excretion and set to work with his tongue. Very soon, with astonishing control, she held herself firmly against him, shuddered silently and came. Theo was pleased, expecting the orgasm would have relaxed her. They could move on confidently. He. His tongue darts across your teeth and his heavy balls rest upon your thighs. He comes up for air, giving you a chance to finally breathe. Again you look down, and almost faint on the spot as you witness his manhood, in its fully swollen glory, hovering inches from your face. You look up into his eyes, mesmerised, transfixed, and dripping with excitement in anticipation. He grins, knowingly, anticipating your next move. Your hands drop to his balls, caressing his massive globes, as your tongue. Language barriers and fatigue got the better of us and we just followed. Despite having lived together for years with no weirdness an air of awkwardness filled the lift as we both internalised the prospect of heart shaped breakfasts in a double bed for a week rather then the the 2 connecting rooms we had booked. We stepped out onto a terrace that we were poignantly told was communal (presumably honeymooning couples had been busted previously thinking it was their private area) with a room at. A safe, effective cure for frigidity was a dream-come-true for many people, and if all went according to the team’s projections, thousands (if not millions) of women would be able to experience arousal and even orgasm like never before. No more inadequate feelings or feigned enjoyment. This was real medical progress, Moore told herself. And about time they got approval already, she thought, wrapped snugly in the smugness common to true genius and the truly delusional. Dr. Denise Moore had.