Since that time my wife (Eva) is in contact with our wedding photographer (Mike). He is an older guy in his 50th and good looking. My wife and I are 2...9 and 31. She told me from the first time they met, that this would be “the guy”. I thought at this time she meant photographer. But I was so wrong. They had several meetings before the wedding to decide what type of photos and so on. On the day of our wedding they had a photo session, he told me for the wedding album, and then several after the. Don’t wait UP for me!”Even though Maira left both bedroom doors open, I fell asleep before any interesting sounds were generated. She later told me that he was awfully anxious so she went slow but had a really good time being the “expert” for a change.We met at a company that I did some consulting for. There was one of those undefinable attractions and I made it a point to visit with her each time I was there. No matter that I am at least 40 years older than she, we just seem to hit it off.. But I only worked harder to relax my gag reflex and push him deeper into my throat. I ran my mouth up and down the length of his shaft down to his balls. He must have just recently shaved them, because they felt incredibly big and smooth against my mouth and tongue. I tried to take both of his balls into my mouth at once, but it just wasn’t possible and I had to be satisfied with simply licking and sucking them and rolling them around in my fingers between sucks. He was moaning and mumbling “oh. “Girl, you look incredible. My goodness, youngster.”“Thank you, Cully.”“No, seriously, I’m in awe.”She loved compliments. Getting it from a stranger, a new man had increased her beauty, somehow.“Cully, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you. A make-over at the mall.”I could only imagine how much that cost him.“Youngster, what’s in here?” Just gave it a slight lift and found it was not going to be an easy pick-up.“Be careful, you’ll knock my roses over.”Then in a moderated tone:“He’s still out there.