Erin grabbed his cock and started sliding his foreskin up and down, pumping his length, then turned him so that his back was to the side of the bed, p...ushing him backwards so that he fell to the bed right before both cameras. She got to her knees between his legs still stroking him, pulling his sheath back to reveal his massive purple head oozing precum. She was staring at his cock, completely fixated as she continued to pump it forcing more cum to leak until there was a steady drip from his. “I don’t know where to start.”“Start wherever you want,” I replied.She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.“I didn’t see Eva today, she was out in the field all day. How was your birthday?”“It was good. Certainly a big surprise to both of us.”“Is she a good fuck?”“Rita, please…”“I’m sorry. Please pretend I didn’t say that. I know that’s not fair.”Then she started crying. I started to move to the sofa to console her but she waved me back to my chair.“Rita, tell me what’s going. I had returned to tongue-fucking her pussy and brought my hand up to rub her swollen clit. It was beet-red, wet, and throbbing. I pulled back the hood with my thumb, her pleasure button inflating like a balloon. I pressed down on it hard, and she gasped, involuntarily opening her eyes. I think she had momentarily forgotten about Bryce and was somewhat surprised (and elated) to see his ready cock, waiting over her hungry mouth. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it closer, catching. Frankie had a habit of talking out loud to herself when no one was around (a bit of glossophobia?) After her usual dinner, alone, she got into her pajamas and ready for bed early. She was anxious to get under the covers and try out her new purchase. It was barely dark when she pulled the quilt up over her shoulders and nestled her head into the oversized pillow. She looked up at the silhouette the headboard created on the wall above her and thought about the woman the little old antique dealer.