As April went over the edge shuddering and convulsing above him screaming his name, Simon continued his tonguing of April drinking in the musky nectar as quickly as it flowed.  Simon hummed appreciatively as April's honey coated his tongue.  It had a very heady bouquet to it, tasting faintly of summer-blooming perennials and dried sweetmeats with a strong but not cloying current of fleshy heartiness.  As it flowed down his throat, Simon detected a zippy aftertaste that he attributed to April's intense arousal prior to his oral treatment.<br/><br/>Her flow ended too soon for Simon's preference though he had also lost track of time during April's screaming finish.  Simon patted April's bare buttocks appreciatively before he rose to his feet to hold onto April as he helped liberate the wine rack from April's death-grip.  He continued to hold April up, letting her rest and snuggle against his chest while the petit-mort afflicted her slowly withdrew its enervating effect from her limp muscles.<br/><br/>"How do you feel now, my dear?  Much better I hope."  Simon crooned to April as he gently rocked April before he continued to hum an Old World lullaby.  He was pleased with April and her receptiveness.  She was going to be a pleasure to cuckold from Chris.