He wasn’t supposed to leave me. He’d never promised it in any words but isn’t there a promise in expectation? When you’re so sure that somethi...ng will happen, when it’s almost 100% percent certain, is that not a silent promise? Didn’t he owe me another thirty years at least? I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to live.Those words didn’t come out, didn’t even form fully in my cluttered mind. There were just feelings. A kind of desperation I though would be endless until Lance made me. Cliff’s tapered dick was thicker than I had initially thought and so my mouth had to work harder than anticipated. His balls were also more ample than I had realised, which absolutely delighted me. Most of all, in an age where trimming had become the norm, Cliff’s bushy crotch was mesmerizing and as my head bobbed up and down in unison with his, I was not bothered by the occasional hair that I had to remove from my mouth.Shortly afterward, Cliff inserted his thumb into my backside and in a. Digging my long, slender fingers into his scalp, I forced his lips tighter against my slit. I moaned loudly as a long, pointed tongue forced its way deep between my fiery hot, swollen pussy lips. I forced his mouth even harder against my steamy hole as his tongue slid up to caress my fully aroused clit.I was already soaring upward to the very pinnacle of my arousal. Still thinking I was experiencing the most erotic dream of my life, I moaned, "Please, honey, I want you in my mouth. I need to. The physical relationship they had was something new to Bob. While they kissed and had some torrid petting sessions, they never had intercourse. It wasn't for a lack of trying on Bob's part. Sarah simply told him that she had been raised in a manner that said intercourse should not be engaged in outside of marriage. That's what she was going to do and she hoped he understood. Because of his strong feelings for her, he respected her wishes and didn't push it. Sarah was not a prude and she saw.