She invited me one winter for a weekend visit and I obliged to clear my calendar and get in some long-awaited reading, fishing, relaxing, and just vis...iting with my only offspring. As luck would have it, the drive was beautiful, until I hit her two-mile long driveway. Then the snow came down like a blizzard.Heather greeted me warmly and she had dinner already prepared. We had an elegant time, wining and dining, until the fireplace drew our attention. Then, the power went out.Heather sighed and. Again he released me and I spat or spewed out, a cup full of saliva and went back to his big cock. Again and again, I was forced down on his cock then released, until I wasn’t being forced down on it anymore.He was enjoying it, moaning and groaning. Although it was the fattest and biggest thing I had had inside my mouth, I continued to suck and spit on his lovely cock.Every now and then he would force me down deep, while stroking and caressing my long hair away from the slag from his saliva. Not the bar the way I had seen it when I walked in, this bar was brighter, cleaner, with polished glasses and bottles lining the mirrored wall. He wiped the bar with a cloth and set down a gleaming polished glass with an elegant stem and poured a glass of white wine."Do you want this or shall I give you something stronger?" He asked me.I was frozen to the spot, staring at him. He was real, solid, cast a shadow, a real man standing behind a bar that had suddenly come back to life. I glanced. She could discern the swelling of the long meaty pole and the pulses that informed her that the stranger had loosed his load messily inside his trousers. There had been no reciprocal release on her part but at least she could feel her panties were damp with her own juices. The now embarrassed man rushed off the train at the next stop and Alice leaned on the metal pole for support. She looked around; only a wise looking old woman stared at her with a knowing smile on her wrinkled face.She had to.