On one really, really hot summer day, I went to his door and started to tap gently, and then, thinking better of it, I simply reached down and turned ...the knob, opening the door part way. He was laying on his bed, and he didn't know that the door was open, or that I was there. What I saw, I couldn't believe, but knew it to be true. Tommy lay there naked on his bed, his legs spread wide, his balls hanging heavily downward, nearly covering his ass hole. His balls were very heavy, pulling downward. Don't thank me. I'm just glad I caught you in the sofa!”I smiled at him and pulled my pantyhose on properly again.“And that cum of yours...! Mmmm, so sweet...! You taste like a fucking girl. So hot!”‘What? Maybe that's why Jan didn't mention anything?!’“He-he...Stop, Peter...! I better go before Lauren wakes up!”“Good idea. We’re gonna land in 3 hours’ time!”I walked out of the cockpit and went straight to the bathroom, and took a nice long shower, cleaning my body and pussy good. I didn't get. It meant the world to me, not that you were my wife, but that I was your husband. I am not ashamed to say, I cried. You were ecstasy on my lips. Thank you for that.’ ‘The reception was like a comedy of errors, but it was our comedy of errors. The food was wrong, the lead singer of the band had laryngitis, and I’ll never forget how irate your Dad was when they mispronounced his last name. And let’s not forget about my Uncle Louie, that lush. That was the last time I sprung for an open bar. ‘But. He looked at her and could tell that she was some sex addict nymphomaniac."Why don't we go over to my room," Albert suggested."Ok. Let's go over to your room," Caramella followed him.Albert's bedroom was small. He only had a bed. Not even chairs and tables. On his wall was a poster of Optimus Prime.This boy is a geek, Caramella thought.Albert closed his bedroom door."Now why don't you take off those nice clothes of yours and let me take control of you," Albert smiled.Caramella slipped off her.