I could pretty much just get past the head so I started a really hard suction and jacked the shaft with my hand. I could manage a little sucking in an...d out motion and while I tried to keep my teeth off his cock, I could feel my back teeth touching a little, because I just couldn't open my jaw any further.He started getting into it, and told me to try deep throating him. I pulled away for a second to catch my breath and laugh for a second. I told him I could barely get my mouth around it as it. In the lobby, I found a coffee pot and poured a cup each for Susan and myself. I took my time going upstairs, just looking around. Finally back, I opened the door with my key and walked in.Laying on the bed, sprawled out like a goddess, was my ex-wife, almost nude. She was wearing a sheer black nightgown, and might as well have been wearing nothing.She looked at me seductively, then said, “I am going to be your whore, Russ. I want you to know that you can fuck me in any hole you want, any time. The false tail lifted up exposing the leather opening beneath. My bull snorted his satisfaction and suddenly pressed his muzzle against the opening. I gripped the rods and braced myself, pressing my sex against the warm leather. Through the soft leather I felt the hot breath of my bull on my sex as he sniffed to be sure the it was me who was inside the cow. I pressed my sex as hard as I could against the opening, his hot breath stimulating my already aroused lips as my fluids continued to. She was normally a spelling and grammar nerd. What was going on?“You’ll come to my house at 6 PM?” I asked.“Yea, swat I sad,” she replied.“You drinking?” I asked.“Fuck off, see you sex,” came the reply.Yep, Sophie has been drinking, I thought. I wonder what happened. It is just so not like her.Somehow I made it through the day. It was 5:45 when I finally left the office. I had taken the motorcycle to the office, so I jumped on it and hit the road home. I put the bike in the garage and was.