I hadn’t had a moment to myself, my practice time had all been lost, and there was always someone new to meet, or someone different to entertain. An...na had decided to put me on display, making me play simple crowd pleasers to her mirthful guests, taking requests as if I was a musician in a bar. Finally, on the night before the wedding, I threw all caution to the wind, and climbed out of my window to see Olu. He was in bed, with his light out, but he wasn’t asleep. I climbed in next to him,. I could see the outline of his cock head pushing against his thin green pants.“I am going to have to cum,” I told him. “If you can just keep your hand moving on it like that, it feels so good, I think you know what will happen!”He smiled. I lifted my hips a little to present my cock better to his hands. He said, “I can do better than that!” He lowered his head and took my hard cock deep in his warm wet mouth. OMG, did it feel good! He knew what he was doing. I reached over and took his cock out. I let him sit there, squeezing my hips with his hands, until his penis became soft and squeezed out of my tight hole. As he relaxed, his hand ran down the back of my hosiery clad leg, across the tops of my feet perched in the high black patent leather heels. The leg and foot fetish that attracted him to me in the first place had not subsided even if his sex drive temporarily had. Pulling a baby wipe from my purse, I stroked him clean and into a semi-hard state before pushing his underwear back. ‘Does this mean what I think it does?’ ‘We need to talk.’ He offered his hand. ‘Let’s go outside.’ The two walked the grounds. They sat on a bench under a great oak. ‘Kathleen,’ Charles began. She placed a finger to his lips. ‘Don’t say anything. I know what you going to say.’ She stood up and walked away a few steps.’You can’t marry me.’ ‘What?’ he answered. His lack of hearing annoyed him. She turned around and looked at him. Here was the man she loved, returned from war, not quite the man.