So what if I am?"as he ran his hand lightly over her knee. Then, to change the subject,he asked, "Hungry?"He led her to the dining table and they fea...sted at the elegant candlelittable. Although Simon spent most of the dinner waiting on Linda handand foot. The wine was superb and her glass was never empty. It wasalmost as if he actually was acting out the role of her maid.Each time he leaned in to pour wine or serve a dish she nuzzled his neckand whispered, "I think I like my perfume better. ...SHE says!.. Note! Thatwe can't confirm her history.." She looks her shoulder and GLARES atme...to say slowly. "Because...she...won't...tell...us....it!"I look away from Sara's gaze as she is grilling me."Hey don't look away, while I am talking to ya."I grumble a little. "You know I don't want to talk about that...mypast." Well one day you're going to have to cave-in? I am only going to askyou twice this time......Like I said, one of these days you're going tohave to cave-in?"I sit there and. .. Ours was blow jobs. More appropriately, it was her giving me blow jobs. But it wasn’t just that, it was all manner of sexual education, making me a better lover for the various women in my life. And it worked for us, it definitely brought us closer together and it was something we liked doing, or at least we did.Mom came out to the sofa one night, where I was sleeping while visiting at my aunt’s house. She woke me, told me to sit up, fished my prick out of the opening in my boxers, then. "And like that, Margo was out of her clothes, under me, loving my swinging boobs just the way I liked.Margo was true to her word. She loved me, well, all over my body, anyway. She was a short woman, dark hair, dark eyes, a ton of pussy hair (which I love, of course) Eyebrows (brow?) like the artist Frieda Kahlo, wine-dark nipples and pussy lips, a nice woman's wide ass and hips. She said that I didn't have to go down on her, this after she had delighted all my love spots with her mouth, lips.