.." Sheknew his mind was still open to suggestion. She hissed the wordspassionately as she breathed heavily. "...you loooove being asssssexy, dirty ss...ssslut...so dirrrrty...want to ssssuck...sssssuck...sssssuck..."Iris kept repeating the word over and over again as she continued tohold his head against her breast, panting loudly......but five minutes before 1 pm, Iris pulled Timmy's head away fromher breast. A bit of milk spilled from his mouth as his sweaty headlooked exhaustedly up at her,. He tasted divine, somehow like strength and spice and home, and I gasped as his tongue grazed mine hungrily. I could hear him almost growling as he claimed me, and I squirmed, trying to get closer, silently cursing his bulky armour.When someone thumped his shoulder roughly, he released my mouth with a frown. I looked over – still clinging to Alistair like a limpet – to see Sigrun with a tolerant smile on her face.“What’s that thing you always used to say to Anders and Solona?” The cheerful. " But I have to admit that those stories are pretty arousing to me, and I did enjoy looking at the pictures of those hard, black cocks, especially when they were fucking those white pussies. Since Joan lost all interest in sex several years ago, I know that I would never be able to try the cuckold lifestyle. So, I guess I’m a little confused about what I’m feeling right now.”Thomas had a big smile on his face and said, “Don’t worry, Ed, it’s perfectly understandable that you’re confused about. It's not like she was an incredible fuck or anything.It started the same as it always does. I met her down at the Black Leopard, one of my regular hangouts. I hadn't seen her there before, so of course I started working the angles. I caught her eye from the bar, gave her the old smile and wink. She was wearing a classic black cocktail dress, a little jewelry. Very classy. No underwear, not as far as I could see, and I'm an expert at spotting panty lines. My kind of girl.She was there with.