They never feel neglected when she’s down there.“Is that all the farther you can get your tongue inside me?” My wife asked.She added, “Mark g...oes way deeper when his tongue is down there.” I love it when she compares me to Mark, though I don’t hear it enough. My wife has gotten better at pointing out my (sexual) inadequacies, but it’s something I crave, especially in the bedroom. I love the feeling I get when she describes them, but also her sexual dominance and power is very erotic and. I could tell she was getting close to her orgasmic finish.I stopped snapping the camera, and quickly turned one of the dials to a different setting. I watched patiently as she she brought herself closer to climax. Without realizing it, I think I had my free hand reach down, and stroke my bulge over my shorts as I watched her. Her head finally tilted all the way back, and her voice clenched. I immediately held down the button on my camera, and activated the rapid shot function, sending out a. ” He giggled.“So observant.” I stood up. “You should lay down.” “Yes ma’am.” He scooted up onto his pillows after I helped him out of his jeans and boxers. I straddled him on the bed and started grinding my clitty against his wet cock. It felt so good. I moved up and felt it teasing my ass. “You should come up here.” He was waving me toward his face. I slid myself up and he pulled my panties aside, kissing my clitty and sucking on it. I was moaning and swaying my hips slightly as he took me. “After I ran out of classes to take at the community college, one of the profs who’d graduated from Wichita made a few calls and bingo I was ‘in’ without really trying. I got a little in the way of financial aid and the university helped me get a job. I found Martha to room with based on an ad she’d placed in the campus paper. To supplement what I was making on campus, I applied for and got the intern job at Cessna; I’ve been there two years. They were paying me two-thousand a calendar quarter.