"Oh Kitten, please stroke my penis for me." he was moving around a lot and making lots of moaning noises. Then he said "I'm cumming" I didn't know wha...t that meant. But as he said it all this stuff just shot out of his penis. it went so far. It flew across the coffee table and most of it landed on the carpet. Duddy made more sounds when this stuff came out. When it stopped, he took a deep breath and smiled. I wasn't sure what had just happened but I sensed it was a special lesson. Duddy was so. Tight blue jeans that hug her hips and ass. Tight around her legs also. Tight tee that shows off her size C tits and snug on her flat stomach. She always looks sexy. I could tell something was wrong. It looked like she had been crying and was clutching what looked like a picture in her hand. “What is it Sabrina? What’s wrong? Can I help?” I asked while sitting up on the edge of the bed. She toss what she was holding in her hand at me. Without saying a word. It was a picture Becky and I at the. Harry acted instinctually and followed her in to her room, she pulled the door closed and sprawled onto her bed and unbuttoned her jeans, she kicked them off to reveal a pair of red lacy panties.Harry’s cock throbbed.She pulled those off too and lay back in her bed, she had a patch of red hair neatly trimmed above her pussy, she reached an arm down between her legs and ran her fingers lightly over her lips and clit.Harry stood in the corner of the room and unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock. It was May that brought up the subject when it seemed a bit more appropriate just before bedtime, after a long quiet evening in front of the TV. “Well Ian, how do you feel about your wife now, after her having slept with your friend?” it was a bold question Ian having said little since they had got out of bed about two o`clock. He started a little slowly, explaining, “that he felt awful having talked her into having sex, just for his personal fantasy and with another man…for his benefit and.