She giggled and wrapped me in those big soft arms.
"Did Kathy disappoint, then?" she asked.
I chuckled and said, "no."
"And she didn't make you a switch hitter or anything?" she asked.
I pushed her back to get enough distance to focus on her eyes. "He told you?" I asked.
She giggled and said, "honey, I know. Chicks with dicks can be, well, tempting."
I grinned at her, kissed her, nuzzled her neck, and said, "well, it was different, not better, just different and besides," and here I stopped and slipped to my knees and laid my cheek on her belly, still encased in her jeans, "my Goddess could never be replaced in my heart."
She giggled and stroked my hair, and said, "you are SO sweet."
Since I was on my knees anyway I took her foot in my lap and untied her shoe, got it off, and then her sock. I did the other shoe and sock and got busy on the button and zipper of her jeans.
I love the way she sort of overflowed when I got the button undone and the waistline above the zipper sort of popped open. I worked the zipper down and started tugging at the material to get them off of her.
God, I wanted her so badly right then that I thought I was going to cum in my own jeans.
I lifted that big roll of her belly and kissed the bottom of it, my tongue tasting faint sweat salt.
"God, I have missed you," she said, stroking my hair and then entwining her fingers in it, pulling me closer where she wanted me.
She moved her foot a little, parting her legs enough to let me begin licking those big pads of fat that were her labia. I could taste her need, matching my own, and inhaled deeply, her pheromone-laden womanscent perfume to my olfactory nerves. My fingers dug into the softness of her hips, holding her as her fingers twisted in my hair. Her taste was delicious, her scent was close enough to perfect for me, and when her hips started rocking I followed her with my mouth.
I pulled away and looked up at her.
She was smiling that smile that took decades off of her face.
"Are you mine, Goddess?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Yes, what?" I asked.
Her smile morphed into a grin, with more teeth and less eyes.
"Yes, my Lord," she said.
We both understood, I think, that it was mostly role-playing.
But only mostly. There was a core of reality to this as well and I think we both knew that too.
"Say the words, Goddess," I said, kissing the roundness of her belly.
Her hands move until her palms were flat on my cheeks.
"I am yours," she said as I looked up at her from my position on my knees before her.
"I am yours, what?" I asked, squeezing the soft fat of her hips hard enough to make her groan a little.
Her smile then was positively beatific. You almost expected to see a halo form around her head.
Her eyes held mine she said, softly but in a clear firm voice, "I am yours, my Lord. I give myself to you of my own free will. I hold nothing back."
She let the smile morph into a grin for just a second and then repeated, "I give myself to you."
I bent and kissed her mons enjoying the way her excitement showed in the thick clear honey that hung in a thick teardrop for her nether lips.
"Whose pussy is it?" I asked.
"Your pussy, my Lord," she said, a little breathless now.
My hand cupped and gently squeezed the roundness of her ass.
"Whose ass is it?" I asked.
"Your ass, my Lord," she said, no hesitation, but with a distinct catch in her voice.
