His imaginings of sandwiches were replaced by the feeling of his lower head in the back of her throat.  What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm.   Her tongue may have felt like a limp fish but her lips worked him like any of the women he'd ever had.  He unconsciouslyarched his back to push further into her mouth but quickly knocked himself back to the floor.<br/><br/>She was doing better t hen expected.  Can't have that.  "Two minutes, nineteen seconds."  He said.  He hurriedly thought about what bottle of wine would complement his sandwich of choice.