How many wives has he had anyway? So I packed my little black dress and real high heels, and he sent a car and off to the airport I went Friday mornin...g, and he met me there and hugged me and thanked me and patted my butt.Now I’m not dumb like you sometimes say, and I know about date rape drugs, but I sure don’t know what was in my lemonade on that flight. By the time we got to Boston I think I was flying higher than that jet. XTC I suspect but it might have been one of those ruffies. So anyhow. ." He murmured as a second tremor released another wave of salty cum, and then a third. My mouth was full of what had been a three day buildup of sperm, my tongue coated with the thick, salty load. He stood there panting, his hand absentmindedly stroking my hair. I swallowed down what I had in my mouth even with his cock still between my lips."Damn, that was fucking amazing." He whispered as he pulled his softening cock from my mouth. A trail of spit and cum trailed from the head. I could feel. With the discovery of her sunbathing habits, the curvaceous, blonde sixteen-year-old had begun to feature prominently in my dreams. At night, I'd often stroke myself under the sheets imagining what we could do together. In truth, I had only the vaguest idea what went on between the sexes. I was an only child and attended a local grammar school for boys that provided only the most perfunctory explanation of human sexuality. The occasional dirty magazine that passed around the sixth-form common. ..to him it was intoxicating.... and on this day, she could tell she was deliciously wet. His fingers slipped through the soft silky curls... rubbing ... teasing...finding their way to her wonderful "little magic button." As he touched it, she froze... then let out a soft, low moan.What must the person on the other end of the phone be thinking? She now had the phone resting between her head and shoulder as she supported herself with her hands flat on the desk, her back to him. Softly...tenderly.