Her legs locked around my head and she squeezed me almost to blackout as she flooded me with her juice."Thank you," she whispered. "Most men can't do ...that. It makes a woman feel truly special. Now for your reward."After stripping my few remaining clothes off of me, she pinned me gently to the bed and stroked me to full hardness. She then gently ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I thought I would cum right there, but she stopped me just short. After letting me cool off for about 30 seconds,. She's comfortable with my wearing silky underwear when I do and thinks nothing of my sleeping in nightgowns. That's just normal around here.So, when my wife had a dream of me turning into Penelope Cruz and strapping on a dildo and having anal sex with her, she told me. We both masturbated furiously to her telling the story two or three times.Anyway, one of her best friends just got a new job at a start-up makeup company "Lola?, and, can you believe that one of the things that she needs to do is. After some persuasion, she agreed to come to my place the next day, as her shop was closed. She came over, was a bit shy and reluctant. I asked to get comfortable, after some time I led her inside asked her to get ready. I asked her to get into the bathtub, for a hot water soak. I offered her my shorts and a t-shirt to change into, but she said she had brought her swimsuit. I left her, Ten minutes later I saw her walk over to the tub, she looked good in a swimsuit. Her breasts were large,. " Mr. Rouse started to say when Mrs. Rouse jumped up and interrupted him."Come on, dear, we'll take care of that," she said, giving her husband a stern look, which he wisely took under advisement.Mrs. Rouse, especially, was so eager to be rid of me that she was willing to give me about anything I wanted. I never could figure out where their animosity came from. I worked hard for them and I was never anything but polite in all of my dealings with them.I followed her back to their study, where.