And another moment...and still another moment.The flat forward edge of my heel is pressed against your testicles, which have drawn up tight as if in a...nticipation of what may befall them. You feel as if a century has passed before I finally lower my foot to a point where the sole of my shoe just lightly brushes your nose. You continue to lie still as your fight-or-flight instinct is overwhelmed to the point of shutting your muscles down entirely.I wiggle my foot from side-to-side just a bit, not. I was simply afraid. Afraid of what it said about me. Afraid that somehow it might get out and affect my work, or my life with my family. Afraid of what it said about my manhood. As I listened to my wife whisper in my ear, clearly wanting this to happen, I wondered what there was to be afraid of. Here was a chance I had often jumped at in my imagination. My wonderful wife was with me. She set it up, and she wanted it to happen. If this chance passed, it would never occur again, and I suddenly. I know I party and carry on, but the most sexual thing I've done is give a blow job. I haven't found the right person to give myself to, but none of that is your business! I can't believe you two! I hate you both so much right now! I can't believe you think I am a whore and I can't believe you don't trust me!" Give us a reason and we will trust you! Right now you're showing us that you don't even respect yourself, you're drinking underage and getting in all types of trouble!"For the next couple. I stick my longest finger in my cunt up to the first knuckle and trace it on my mouth to taste it.My juices taste like salty water with a little sweetness. I smell like hot pineapple and buttery-bitter cunt juice.As I rub my asshole and the skin beneath it, I find the little tight skin at the base of my cunt and gently flick and stroke it faster and wetter as I run my finger up and down and in between my labia lips. I dip my finger into my juicy cunt and out again.With my other hand, below the.