She walked up closer to me touching my chest with one hand and removing my hands from cock with her other hand.She looked at me and said “you know I... haven’t had sex in 3 years” By now she had my cock in her hand stroking it asking me how that felt. I could say a word, after a second I pushed her away saying that we couldn’t do this. She looked at me said well if we don’t I’m just going to have to tell your wife that you’ve have been spying on me when I’m taking a shower. I have not I said, oh. . . toy. . . his slave. . . ohhhhh. . . he’s fucking me. . ohhhhhhh. . . and I love it!!” John’s huge hands had captured the two large melons on her chest and were manipulating them like a pair of playthings.“This is my cow, dude! Watch these udders! I milk them and she likes it,” he was kneading the soft flesh, laughing with excitement.“Tell me, pet: are you my cow? My little personal cow?” he was asking the woman. He had cupped her fleshy breasts from underneath and now he moved them to. He grinned at me, kissed my soft and silky mound again, and his face disappeared between my thighs again. Once again, I felt his tongue licking up all the juices I knew had just trickled from my juicy pussy.He seems to have decided that he would make frequent stops to devour my nectar, let some of it drip off and be wasted by soaking into the sheet. After he had it all, he began licking between inner and outer lips of my pussy, starting with the ultra-soft, smooth area between the origins of my. . after your talk with her father she felt the full force of his disappointment. He was clever there, I guess he knew she was stubborn enough to withstand his anger but she's always strived to please him. In many ways she's a real daddy's girl. Anyway, she was really down, more so than I ever remember. As usual she came to me to talk, not for solace you understand, just to talk.' Her sadness at the last bit was obvious. 'I was amazed at how it affected her. I was expecting anger more than.