His eyes followed the length of her flowing red hair, while she couldn’t tear her eyes from the dark, chiselled shape of his sculpted chest. He look...ed away and reached for his breeches. A thought seemed to flash across his mind as his fingers found the knot holding them together. She felt her pulse race, heart hammering against her chest. She felt her skin flush and hoped to all the Gods she could muster that he wouldn’t notice. His hands pulled back, though, and he sat down on the bed – much. I throw the dishrag down and turn to him. "So how we doin' over here?"He shrugs. My big blond bear of a husband looks closer to four than forty. "It's finally happened." What?" I play the game and look sympathetic. I don't want him to get any hints about what's next on the agenda."I've turned into my father." He gestures at the pile of gifts. "Three ties, a tool box and a sweater." Well the kids picked the ties." I figured," he sighs again. "I like the Daffy Duck."I think it's time. I want to. “Take me to bed! I want fucked now!” They smiled as they followed me into our bedroom. I ripped the rest of my clothes off and laid on the bed. Hubby was the first one naked and he went down on me, licking and sucking my pussy. When Kent joined us Hubby came up for air and said: “Fuck her Kent! She is wanting your cock.” Hubby held my legs apart as Kent got into position and slid his cock into me. Goddamm! My husband just watched Kent bury his cock in me. As Kent fucked. " Thanks," I said, unsure what else to say."So Mr. James Barry, are you ready to become a cock sucker?" Yes," I nodded lowering myself back down before him, my pants around my ankles."Yes, what?" he asked, exerting his power over me and yet somehow seeming supportive as if a black teen Dr. Ruth for straight men discovering who they really are.I stared at his cock.I wanted to see it at full mast.I wanted to feel it harden in my mouth.I needed to suck it.I was already on my knees.I was already.