"About the other day?"

"Yes!"

"I'm glad. I want you to think about us. You're such a fine looking woman, Lynn. And a fine feeling one."

He put her drink on the table. He pulled her close again and kissed her hard on the mouth. He kissed her cheeks, her throat, her bare white shoulder. She felt a tingle go down her spine, and those little fluttery feelings in her belly. She had never been around a man who excited her like. John did.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested. "Trish might come in at any minute."

"Forget about my wife," he said.

He put his broad, strong hands on her ass. He crushed her tight against him so that she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers. For a few moments he rubbed her ass. She was feeling more out of breath every moment. She found herself kissing him back. She forgot about Trish. She only thought about the good feelings he was giving her.

"I want you to do something for me," he said.

"Anything!" she gasped.

"Get down on your knees."

She knew what he wanted but she couldn't refuse him. She fell down on her knees in front of him. He sat down in a kitchen chair and spread his legs. He took two big handfuls of her raven black hair and pulled her in between his legs.

"You remember how I let you worship my prick the other day?" he asked her.

"Oh yes."

"Then do it again. Except this time I'm going to let you take me all the way. I'm going to come in your sweet mouth."

She hesitated only a moment before she reached for his zipper. She wasn't sure she wanted him to come in her mouth, but she knew that she had to do anything he asked. The excitement he gave her was already making her body tremble, and her nipples stand up to hard points beneath her gown. She couldn't refuse him.

"That's it, baby," he told her. "Take my prick out. Do it slow and easy."