I was going crazy, can you imagine my parents hearing me yelling out as I ride my husbands cock, or them walking in on me face down on the bed with my... husband fucking me in the ass. We had to be good, a quick blow job was all we could do, for me only some fingering because I am way to verbal when I get excited. . Before I continue, let me describe myself, I have a distinct look – 51 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 145 pounds, Hispanic with darker skin, brunet hair – shoulder length, mouth. Just you and me, dressed to the nines.’ She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. She nuzzled her head into my neck and I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest as I was sure she could feel my developing hard-on press into her abdomen. ‘I thought we were cutting back, skimping on non essentials?’ I asked her while not letting her go. Times were tough with the economy but we had to cut back on what she called the ‘non essentials’. Cable, movies, internet, dinners out. She. Gino Frascetti was a Lance Corporal of another section in my platoon. He and I were mates from our time in the Junior Leader's battalion. Gino was from the Italian – obviously - and was one of the most handsome blokes in the battalion, probably in the regiment. He had to fight women off with a stick, they use to hang around him like flies round a cow's arse. We, or rather he, had picked up two tasty sorts in a pub one Friday night, and they were definitely up for it; both of them fancied Gino,. I started to develop a rhythm of bobbing up and down and then licking the side of his thick long cock. I alternated between sucking near the head and kissing and licking further down from mid cock to the base where my hand was gently stroking and milking his penis. When my lips next neared the root, Mr.Sharma panted, “suck my balls!” I obeyed. Still jerking his cockshaft with my hand I moved my mouth over to his cum filled balls and licked at his scrotum sack. Then I sucked one of his balls,.