“My Mummy,s milk has come in my boobies!” “Do you like the taste?” “Let me try some more?” This time she got it directly in my mouth. The ...taste wasn,t all that great, but not unpleasant and I wondered what our c***d would make of it. To keep my wife happy I let her squirt more in my mouth and pretended to enjoy it more than I actually did and discovered she was even hotter than usual. I imagine it was likely down to her hormones, but just laid back and enjoyed it as she did most of the work and. “Could you stop seeing him? Be honest Penny; could you still do it? Or is it too late?”The question made me think hard.“If you really wanted me to then yes I could,” I eventually replied but there was hesitation in my voice.“But you’d probably feel bitter towards me afterwards,” he said with remarkable perception. I nodded. “And that bitterness in itself might damage what little of our marriage was left?”I nodded again.“But if we did split up and I moved in with him it would probably destroy my. She was late in the lobby and as she walked across the huge lobby I took in her look for the day: a black, calf length dress with a mandarin collar and typically tight waist, buttons all down the front and she wore black stockings with lowish black heels. Around her neck, a simple band of silver twisted like a rope sat over the collar. Her hair was shining in the light from the candelabras. Gorgeous. She whisked past me with an impatient ‘come along, you tart.’ Smiling, I followed her out to. After desert I took my pill and then she went back to the room to change as I disrobed. By the time she came out I was already hard, the truth was I didn't need the pill to begin with because it had been a week since we had fucked. Not to mention the sight of her coming out in her sexiest corset. Her face had turned a little bit red and her breathing was a little quickened but no more than when she was getting worked up. What was interesting was her tits seemed to be running over the top of.