He then wiped mylips with alcohol, and cleaned his one again hard cock. Then he held myhead, and began his probe.He slid the head of his cock through... my lips, turning my head from sideto side, pushing his cock against one cheek, then the other, back andforth, each time a little deeper into my mouth. "It's important to workin slowly," he said, "to get the proper stretch, and to graduallyovercome your gag reflex."This made sense to me, as I could feel him pressing deeper and deeper,side to. Maria, who had thought my training with her had solved the problem, gave me further lessons. However it was not something I had done since my last visit to Brenda and Ken Wilson's room. It had seemed so much more embarrassing to do it with people who were friends. After Ken had used me as his toilet, Brenda used Jim for the same purpose. He seemed much more used to it than I was.Sapphire checked we were all in position and left and bade us to be quiet. Some ten minutes later, the king and his. It tasted fantastic she had cooked it so that it just melted in your mouth. I still did not recognize the vegetables, but since I was hungry I ate them all up, and I had to agree that the taste was unusual but nice.The vegetables must be growing all around here and I had never noticed them. Once were able to communicate, I must find out a lot more from her, as she can surely produce a tasty meal.After I had finished, I thanked her for the lovely meal. She looked up and gave me a wide smile, not. As I walked my aching thighs and calves reminded me of the previousevening. It had been one of our rare evenings of quality time together.Normally my wife worked late or went out with her friends to a club,but last night had been the big match and she had promised me she wouldstay home to watch it. I had made the evening special for her, runningher a hot relaxing bath while I arranged the lounge settee for the bestview, plumped up cushions, put beers and nibbles within easy reach,then dressed.