Its tip now poked about three eighths of an inch out of its protective hood. Feeling this, Pat focused her attention on the exposed flesh, very gently... touching it and applying light suction. She felt Betsy's involuntary response - her hips beginning to move ever so slightly in the classic motion of receiving intercourse."That is absolutely exquisite Pat. You have no idea how you are making me feel."Thirty minutes passed. Pat caressed every inch of Betsy's exposed flesh, always returning at the. “We shouldn’t have done that!” I said in a panic. My head was spinning with drink, lust and shame. I paused for a moment and looked at her, she was drunk but her also knew what she was doing, she wasn’t paniced or even shocked. She looked like she was ready to fuck me. Her eyes were looking me all over and she glared at me with lust.“Why? No one would have found out.” She replied, all the while she examined my body and my lips.“Someone could have walked in from the living room!” I didn’t know. According to his kids, it was quite late when Guy finally returned home with a smile on his face. They were thrilled with the prospect that the relationship would continue.According to Marylou, Max had learned that women could still look at men in a certain irresistible way. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but that night his wife had given the best hand job of his life. She had this look of fascination on her face when he came that was etched forever in his memory. Guy could only wish to be so. Being was the best description I could come up with. Whatever it was, I couldn't bear to look at it long enough to even consider details.Before I could even really take it in, a voice spoke into the space. She wasn't speaking, but it was still somehow her voice, and yet ... not. It didn't even seem to be coming from her; rather it was just ... there."Christian Allen Wallace, what have you done?"Despite my confusion – and yes, I will admit, fear – I felt somehow compelled to answer."I don't....