Now was the turn for the final nail in the coffin. I asked her to lie down. She thought that I would now ask for sex which would be difficult as she w...as on the verge of pissing.But I wanted to make it more difficult. I spread her legs and started touching her pussy with my tongue. I inserted my tongue deep inside her pussy and asked her not to pass a single drop of pee. In some time, I started playing with her clitoris and also started tongue fucking her.She was getting aroused. But as her. My mind kept wandering back to all the beautiful hard cocks and lovely pussies I had enjoyed in Miami. I was glad I had gotten numbers from everyone. I was looking forward to meeting them again. I got home around midnight. My husband wasn’t home, he was still away on his latest trip. I was exhausted. I had been up since six, fucking and sucking all day long and now it was three am to me. I dropped my bags at the door and stripped myself naked. I love being naked so I usually don’t wear clothes. I'd teased her about the absurdity of the stories and hoped that, when she was a journalist, she wouldn't fall prey to the easy exaggeration.As I mulled these thoughts and others, I realised that, for the first time, I wasn't restricted to my memories of the events in the bubbles, this time I'd remembered stuff that had happened after the scene. This was a new development and I strained to remember other things. I did remember that once I had almost recovered completely that Susan had. You’ve got such a nice cock, Felix! Long and thick! It’s a shame it’s never been used. Poor man. You’ve probably never even masturbated before, have you?’ O’Bannen felt his eyes go wide at the very thought of doing such a thing. Trisha continued to stroke and pet his organ. ‘Poor, sweet man… Middle-aged and never had an orgasm in his life… That’s going to change. Very soon.’ She lowered her head and sucked him into her hot, moist mouth. ‘No! Tramp, get away from me!’ Her only reply was to bob.