Looking in the mirror, you see your hair in disarray and glance nervously at your makeup-less face. Trying to decide if you should throw on makeup and... do your hair, you hate the thought of keeping this wonderful apparition waiting. Throwing caution to the wind, you put on a robe and go into the living room to visit this unexpected pleasure. Smiling eyes glance up at you and he comments on your natural beauty and composure. Smells of coffee flood the house and you hurry to make a cup for each. Seconds later she exposed her mound and displayed her black copious hair. It’s wild growth now revealed to an unknown voyeur as she turned to face the window. It completely amazed me she hadn’t mentioned the fact the curtains were wide open and anybody who happened to walk this far in the park would get an eye full.Yet, here she was, my gorgeous wife, standing before me swinging her hips to some unknown music playing away in her head as she stripped. This is something totally out of character. She bends towards you, and whispers into your ear."Well let's see if I will give you the honour of sucking my cock, first breath in my scent, smell the musk of my girl-cock, smell the pre-cum, that has leaked from the slit at the top, and is even now running down the shaft."You do it, inhaling the salty scent. It's sexual, and primitive, it reminds you of the times you have wanked yourself off under the covers, on your own, or when Hanna has told you she isn't up for sex that night.It's. ’ Only now did Sara let her smile show. ‘I should thank him and your trainers,’ she said. Yvoine sat up and took Sara’s face in her hands, kissing her lightly on the lips, tasting her own scent on the other woman. She broke the kiss and licked her lips. ‘You taste different,’ Sara commented absently as she glanced at the clock wondering how much time they had before Travis returned. ‘There’s a reason for that,’ Yvoine said softly. ‘You getting your period? I thought that wouldn’t be for another.