I’m lucky enough to be there watching her mouth form an “o” as her breathing turns harsh and she grabs me tightly and then contracts in orgasm on me, my tongue, fingers. I am a capable man after all, having been shown by my parents early on how to be self-sufficient in life – something required in such a large family I grew up in. We did finish things that night, “thrusting” our way to sleep. Now the moisture is combined with my saliva, I swallow. I don’t care for the fact she hasn’t cum during those few times where everything is rushed, but I make up for it later when there is time. We are drawn together by this. She enjoyed that I thought of her like this. She asked about a long night shirt, wondering if I had had a chance to wash any clothes, which of course I had. She had paid and I offered her her shirt then.
