Grant hesitated again. He wasn`t prepared for questions. Jon said nothing about questions.
But she hadn`t kicked him out yet, or called her husband. He decided to push it.

"When I look at you it gets really hard."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Maybe you could help me figure out why it gets so hard."

She put the scotch glass on the counter. Her hand reached for his crotch and rubbed the
hard lump. His eyes rolled back and closed.

"It is very hard, isn`t it?" she said. He could only nod. "We`d better go
up to my room. You can show it to me there."

She led the way up the stairs, walking slowly and rocking her hips side to side. Her ass
was just about level with his face and he could not tear his eyes away.

At the top of the stairs they turned left. Loren`s room was to the right, and her door
was open. She might get mad that he wasn`t coming to see her, but what could he do about
it?

He followed Mrs. Stills into her bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed with her
legs crossed.

"Ok, go ahead. You can show it to me now," she said.

Her eyes were staring at the front of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, and his hands
were shaking. His jeans fell to his ankles and he pushed his shorts down. His dick stood
straight out. Her eyes grew wide.

"My goodness, Grant. That`s a very large penis you have. How long did you say it
is?"

"I don`t know. I never measured it."

"Come over here so I can get a closer look."

She uncrossed her legs. He waddled toward her. She grabbed his dick and pulled him even
closer, between her spread legs.

"It must be a foot long, at least," she said in a soft, low voice. Her fingers
caressed the shaft and reached under to rub his balls.

Grant closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow. Her touch was so delicate, so soothing.
When she spoke, her mouth was barely an inch from his dick and he could feel the warmth of
her breath.

"Did I make it hard like this?"

"Yeah," he said, but could barely choke out the word.

"It must get very uncomfortable for you. What can I do to make it better?"

His chest was tight. He could hardly breathe.

"You can kiss it," he said.

"You want me to kiss it?" She was looking up at him with wide, blinking eyes.
She held the shaft of his dick against her cheek with both hands.

Grant just nodded. He couldn`t make words come out any more.

"How about right here on the tip? How about if I kiss the tip?"

Her soft lips touched the tip of his dick with a smack and he groaned. He locked his
knees to keep them from giving out. She kissed it again.

"I hope that`s better. But it`s still very, very hard. Maybe I should kiss it some
more."

Grant swallowed hard and grunted "Ok," but she had already smothered the head
in a big, wet kiss. Her lips moved down the side of the shaft, and her warm breath made
his pubic hairs tingle.

"You taste delicious," she said. Her voice was muffled by his dick.

"Thanks," was all he could think to say. What else was he supposed to say to a
woman who said she liked the taste of his dick?

Her lips parted wide around the head of his dick, then it was going into her mouth. Grant
groaned. He couldn`t believe it was really happening. Her mouth was warm and moist. His
knees started to give out he put his hands on her shoulders to hold himself up.

She had one hand on his thigh and one hand around his shaft, and her head moved back and
forth. Her mouth made slurping noises and she was dripping drool all over the place. With
a gasp, she yanked his dick out and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Goodness, that`s a lot of cock," she said. A string of saliva stretched from
her lower lip to the head of his dick. "I`m having trouble getting more of it in my
mouth. I want you to push it in with your hips, ok?"

"Ok," he said, but he wasn`t sure what she meant.

She stared at it like she was concentrating really hard and pumped it with both hands in
a tight grip. When she was ready, she opened her mouth wide and jammed his dick in to the
back of her mouth, where it made her gag. His first reaction was to jerk away, but she
held him in place with her hands around his legs, and pulled him toward her. He had no
choice but to push his dick deeper into her mouth with his hips. A couple more inches of
the shaft slid between her lips, which only made her gag more. She held him there, bobbing
her head back and forth. The feeling was so good it made his toes curl in his shoes.

Finally she pushed him away. His dick flopped out of her mouth, and with it a glob of
saliva that landed on the carpet by his foot. She coughed furiously and wiped at the tears
from her eyes. When she recovered, she looked up at him and grinned.

"How was that?" she said. She put her hand around his slimy shaft and pumped
slowly.

"That was ... pretty good."

Mrs. Stills frowned. "Just pretty good? I can do better than pretty good." She
licked the head and sucked it between her lips. "I always wanted to find a dick long
enough that I could swallow. I`ll just keep trying until I get it right."

She opened her mouth wide, but just before she put his dick in, she paused and turned to
the open window.

"What is it?" Grant said, feeling impatient. He wished she wouldn`t stop now,
not before she made him shoot his wad.

"I heard something. Hold on." She got up and went to the window, but stood at
the side by the wall and looked down into the back yard. "Shit. My husband`s boss and
his bitch wife are here."

"What are you gonna do?" Grant said. He was still standing in front of the bed
with his jeans around his ankles and his hard dick standing out.

"I have to go down there and say hi. You stay here. I`ll be back in a few
minutes." She stopped at the door. "And don`t jerk off. I want your cum for
myself."

Grant`s shoulders slumped. What was he supposed to do now? She was so close. Another
minute and she would have made him shoot his stuff. What if her husband came up and found
him half naked in his bedroom? How was he supposed to explain that? He would kick the shit
out of him and he`d never find out what Mrs. Stills meant about swallowing his dick.