And the weirder part is that I liked it! Those mental changes! It'shard to keep up with them, each mental change feels normal, just as ifI changed my ...mind, or as if it's how I've always been. But I knowthat's not true, because last week I wasn't sucking anyone's dick.But here I was. And liking it. I needed to figure out exactly whatelse changed. But not now. Now I needed to make this boy happy. And itdidn't take much. My talented mouth was soon full, and I instinctivelyswallowed. He stood up. Your partner notes this, rubbing her hand down the front of my jeans, exclaiming 'wow a nice hard cock', you are salivating at what's to come and I note clearly enjoying her dirty language. 'Get down on your knees' I order your nympho. She does as she is told, 'lick your lips, I want your mouth to be nice and wet when you suck me' I take out my meat, which is already nice and hard and standing up past my belly button. I positioned myself so that can have a real close up of your girl sucking. It felt so easy as our embrace tightened. This was no re-enactment of old times; this was the fierce discovery of something new.“Fuck yes, keep going…” Marianne yelped as more clattering thrusts silenced her and then she croaked, “I… I want to watch you fuck.”I groaned, “I want to watch you fuck, just like that, with them both.”She shuddered at the unrelenting pace, “I… I want it too. Keep going…” she yelped, “don’t stop.”The torpid heat of our bodies made us grapple for purchase. Fighting. One day when both of us were drunk, I started kissing her in front of her daughter and put my hand inside her saree and inserted my finger. She started moaning and when things went uncontrollable; she just lifted her saree and asked me to mount her. I spread her legs and penetrated and copulated as if we were one while Kaamini was watching in the same room although she was supposed to be reading. Next day she told Kaamini to play with me and told her to allowe me to free hand without protest..