He hadn’t tried to make love to me again, but now and then he would catch hold of my hand briefly, lay a hand on my neck, or kiss me gently. These s...mall touches sent my insides fluttering with happiness and nerves. I found myself thinking more and more about that night, especially during mindless tasks like the needlework I was currently engaged in. True, it had been painful, but the memory of the pain was slowly fading, replaced by the other memories of how it had felt to kiss him, the heat of. We were both already naked and our hands had rubbed each other's thighs as we read. I'm a righty and Eva a lefty, so we could both work and fondle at the same time.As my head left the daylight, I still saw Eva in my mind. She's twenty-eight, five foot three, flaming red hair, 34B tits, a drop dead gorgeous face. If I was a lesbian, I would marry her today, fuck Sean. Oh, Sean, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that, darling. Oh, Sean, I miss you so, I can't wait to see you again, to be in your arms,. I moved my head till it was right in front of my eyes. I justcould not believe what I was doing. I pursed my lips and touched itwith my lips. I knew though, that though my lips were touching, itthat I was not kissing it. Kissing implied loving it. I changedthat situation by moving my lips and pressing just a bit harder.Now, I was effeminated, and I was kneeling, before my husband, and,I was kissing, really kissing, that is, loving, his cock for him.He was a real man, and, I somehow had the. .he pulled me over to his bed and laid down and said for me to get on top of him. i couldnt help myself. i strted kissing his hairy chest, ,moving down to his belly til i got where i wanted to be. i held his huge, **** in my hands. it was hot and rock hard! as i began to jerk him off it twitched numerous times in my hands. i finally started to kiss the head off his ****. little by little i started to suck him. then i decided to take the plunge and stuff the whole thing in my mouth. gagged so.