..not really." I found myself looking down as I talked."Well," he started, "I've thought about it a lot as you can see."I looked over at him and he ha...d opened his robe exposing his long, fat and again hard dick (oh man, I knew this was coming). He laughed when he saw my nervous look and then looked down at his dick and started to stroke his erection. We sat there in silence as he stroked himself and looked at me watching him stroke himself and then back at his dick as he stroked.Then without. At that point, all I could think about was getting a taste. Which is exactly what I did. My mouth was already open and my finger slid right in. Fuck!!! I’d never tasted pussy like this before and I wanted more. And I wanted to taste it from the source. I guess I was so wrapped-up in slurping as much of her pussy-juice as possible from my finger, that I hadn’t realized that she was looking up at me again. But when she spoke, her soft voice shook me back to reality, “What are you doing?”. I answered the Buzzer. It was Sunday, I was off. I had time to talk to the woman. The same woman who despised me as a man. I’d heard her say so in as many words.I wondered what her game was going to be. I mean considering her military gait.“Come in,” I said. I turned and headed back inside. There was a small TV-tablette next to my rocking chair. My coffee cup was on it. She came in. I nodded my greeting. “There’s a new pot in the kitchen if you want a cup.” I motioned her to get her own if she. She rolled over and placed it into her mouth. She was able to taste a mix of the woman and her master on his cock. She was able to taste in the back of her throat as she forced his cock deeper into her mouth. When she tried to withdraw it from her mouth, her master’s hand on the back of her head stopped her from doing so. She felt his hand tighten around her hair as he forced his cock deeper into her throat. She could feel it grow harder as he shoved it violently into her throat causing her to.