It had been a hard year. First her fucking former husband announced to her that he was actually gay and wanted a divorce. She was shocked but then she... realized her marriage had been less than ideal. It was funny, Melanie seemed to always want more sex but her x-husband seemed less and less interested in anything other than having his cock sucked.Now that was all behind the 32 year old woman but there was still the problem that she wanted sex and wanted it in the worst way ever. Melanie hoped. I reached for your crotch, feeling your hardening cock. I could not resist it. I then went on my knees in front of you, unzipped your cock and stared at it holding it and jerking it slowly with my right hand. Seeing your smooth shaven balls and cock, I said wow you’re so nice and smooth down here. All I got from you was a mmmmmm moan sound. I took your testicles and began sucking them one at a time, while still slowly jerking your cock. Finally, I ran my tongue up your shaft, making. “That’s all right, Ben; let me introduce you to one of my clients and a really close friend, Jill Reynolds. Jill, this is one of my neighbors, Ben Jameson; he’s a writer.” Jill extended her hand and I shook it but struggled to take my eyes from hers. She had the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen. Her dark hair had auburn highlights in it and flowed around her shoulders like lava down a mountain. Her face was lightly tanned and flawless and her teeth looked too bright to be real. Her lips. ‘But…not here. I am not sure I could stand it, and I know the folks around here would find it bad form for me to be playing with myself under the table.’ The waiter came and Martie picked up the tab. ‘The price of admission.’ She said as I protested her generosity. When we got back to her flat, Martie wasted no time, popping a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring two very large, very full glasses. We drank them until they were almost empty, laughing and gabbing about things in general when Martie.