‘Does your husband know about this…’ ‘Hmmm…’ she nodded again. ‘He sent you here…’ ‘Hmmm..’ was her answer. I lowered my head ov...er her breast and took her nipple into my mouth. I gently nibbled at the teat while my hand fondled and kneaded her other brea st. ‘Ooh…uh…aah….ooh…’ she moaned. I began fucking her gently but thrusting in fully. I gradually increasing the tempo and the room filled with her sounds of lust. After long minutes we separated panting but satisfied. After a while I was ready. "Blue colouring." If I was you I'd do a little practising on some of the grease-proof paper." Good idea."She did not find it easy squeezing the funnel and trying to write at the same time."Grrr!" she growled then, "Double Grrr!" and finally in exasperation, "Damn!" Let me try."She handed him the funnel. With deep concentration Steven wrote 'Becca'.Becca got the giggles. "You were writing with your tongue too," she said, "but well done, darling. Would you write 'Happy Birthday' on the. She watched him bend his legs, seeing his muscular ass and his balls and cock swinging below. She was totally open, just ass and pussy in the air. She felt his fat cock head hit her pussy lips again. She watched as his cock sank in down to the balls. He began to fuck, his ass, balls and cock moving up and down right in front of her face. She reached up and cupped his ass while he pumped. He gasped with excitement. He looked to his left at the mirror positioned there and panted. She. He had already been pulling up his shorts as his voice had rushed out the whispered instructions, and a shudder of gratitude trembled through her naked, body.But at the same time a sob shook her as the reaction to everything that had happened to her began to set in. Bad as it all was, nothing seemed worse than this one act of deceit, rushing to save herself from being discovered and now huddling in the shower's warm torrent in terror of her own husband's eyes and what she would see in them. Oh,.