‘cept he already found someone else.”Oh too bad for him. My gain. Let’s jump to the next level... “Did you know that Wingman is an artist?”G...irls love artists. Girls love cats. So... “What? An artist?”“Oh yes, he paints. Actually, he loves to walk around on my canvases as I paint. He’s actually become part of my works. He’s even sold a few.”“Oh how cute! I would love to see them sometime.”She took my bait! This is too easy!“There’s a few at a gallery in a coffee shop just a little way’s from. Better not. She'll be home any time, tonight. Better do it tomorrow while she's at work. Can you get the day off?" We went back and forth and eventually arranged to meet the day after tomorrow, outside my apartment, at 9:30.When she got back from her trip, later that same night, Steph practically attacked me in the bedroom. You may think I'm boasting, but that was fairly normal for us. Five nights a week she'd suck and fuck until I was worn out – or until she was worn out – whichever.But I did. We came up with a cover story and a second round of sex went out the window."Are you sure you don't want to take a shower before you go?" she asked. "It's the least I could do after all that driving." No thanks," I said, looking around at the expensive appointments and wondering where the microphones were. Just show me your guest bathroom and give me a hand towel."In the bathroom she gave me a lot more than a hand towel. She pulled my cock out and said she wanted to tell it goodbye. I was. Every time you think I am going to release you from this howling torture I move to another part of your body. You writhe and moan, begging for my tongue…begging for release. I work my way to your inner thighs again. You feel my fingers spread the petals of your glistening rose…and…there it is! You feel my warm tongue as it gently flicks across your swollen clit. Very light, gentle slow circles now. I reach my hands up and caress your breasts, your legs, your things, all while treating you to.