It takes rehab to get your strength back." Then I stomped the imaginary critter. "Hard to kill." I said as we continued giggling together, sipping bee...r.After the chuckles died, we began to explore common interests; Art, science fiction, weed, sailing, yoga, exercise, and fixing machines. A'la Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. As we talked we played finger tracing games in the beer rings, then each other's hands. Before long, her ankle was caressing my shin. It seemed there might be. I keep my ministrations to her clit going, I slid a finger into her pussy, to three, she stiffened, riding down on my fingers – “Fuck me please, I have been abused in all my holes but now my pussy belongs only to you, please fuck me!” She pleaded. I ignored her, she must desire it more. I continued to administer to her pussy with my tongue. I sensed her orgasm building. She was getting wetter – was that possible? Her muscles started to contract – her stomach. Yes, she writhed against the. By this time, he realised that this was not just going to stop at frigging and wanking. He lowered his head and kissed down her belly and to her Mound of Venus. He then realised that she was shaven, so smooth. His tongue ran around the labia lips and teased her, all the while Auntie was writhing under his oral ministrations. His tongue slipped onto the nub that was situated at the centre of her love hole. This is what she had been waiting for so patiently. He slid his tongue onto the clitoris. And yet also, just a little, excited. I'd never told my wife about my fantasy of seeing her with another man. She would have thought I was sick for suggesting it. But I needed to know what had gone on now. I wasn't sure which reason I needed it for. I was definitely hoping she had some excuse and it was all a mistake.I went into our bedroom and gently shook her shoulder. She rolled over. God she had red eyes and wet cheeks. I sort of knew without asking but had to. I said "I know you're not.