?Janet, tomorrow evening we have tickets for the opera. They are performing a love story by Puccini. I have seen it before and I think you?ll love it... -- I did -- it was enchanting and the music is so passionate and endearing. Interestingly, they are mounting it at the old opera house, the Palais Garnier, not the Opera Bastille??Wonderful, Hans, a chance for me to get dressed. I?ll have to buy something new and I?ll need some accessories, evening bag, sandals -- can we take a cab Hans, I. It slid in easier than normal because of all the man lube already in me. IT filled me up, I say IT instead of Bill because it wasn't about who was at the other end of the cock. It was about the cock, having a huge thick cock whoever it belonged to was what drove me crazy and it so happened Bill had the massive cock I craved. I began to slowly piston my cunt over this beautiful piece of man meat enjoying the fullness of the act. I closed my eyes and was lost in my own world of desire as I worked. "No! Don't take it out!" Why not?" You're not my husband. I shouldn't see it."Again I was flabbergasted. I had just fingered her to an orgasm and she agreed to touch my cock. Yet she thought it inappropriate to see it."There's visual stimulation as well," I said."What do you mean?" Don't you like looking at your husband's penis? Doesn't it excite you?"She blushed and said, "It used to ... in the beginning." But not anymore?" This time I'm sure my face showed the confusion I was accustomed to. She found herself on her hands and knees with her bare ass and pussy backed up close to the webcam while she pumped the large black dildo in and out of her freshly shaved pink pussy, essentially giving her husband a close up view of what she would look like if she was getting fucked doggy style by a black cock. She looked back at her laptop screen and noticed that he was masturbating hard while watching her, and after a few minutes she saw him shoot his load. She kept going for a few minutes.