She told mebefore the first time we made love several weeksbefore I asked her to marry me. She wouldn’t tell meanything about him, just that she... could never marryhim and that it was over. My jealousy made me pressher a little for more information, but she refused totell me anymore. Control over my jealously kept me from pressing toohard, and Wendy didn’t break our engagement. I alwaysfelt extremely lucky, as Wendy is an absolute doll ofa woman. She’s short, but she has a. So, here I was, a couple hours later, in a rented car with the steering wheel on the wrong side, two suits, the other usual sundries of a businessman going to meet a customer, and my computer bag, car idling in front of the bar she said she'd meet me in. At least I had the wherewithal (granted, only 20 minutes before, but hey, it works for me!) to book another room in a cheap transient hotel, as it would be a little difficult to explain an 18 year old to the owners of the rather nice B&B I. She knew that she was never going to be able to take the entire thing in her throat, but she was going to try to take as much as she could. She looked down the rest of the cock not in her throat and her eyes crossed as they tried to see the whole thing. She backed her head off to take a breath and then went down on it again, taking an inch more into her lips. She reached around and grabbed his ass to help her get more in her mouth, pulling him forwards. While she was doing this, Tara went back. He parted her legs wider and pushed her knees towards her breasts. Her most intimate femininity was open and willingly available to him. He kissed and licked up her inner thighs, on that wonderful soft flesh between her thighs and her labia, her pubic mound, her clitoral hood, her outer labia which were now drenched with her feminine juices. Down and lingeringly over her perineum, down to her anus.This was a new world for Sarah. She had talked about this with her friends and had been repulsed..