Her straight platinum hair shown nearly blue in the moonlight, her pale flesh nearly white, and the smattering of freckles across her high cheeks was ...nearly mauve. Her azure eyes shown like sapphires in the night, staring into me, a question in their depths, a plea, a fear. Her pale lips parted to sound what lay within her eyes, but instead, her little tongue slipped out to moisten them. She moved up me, and I stayed on my elbows, frozen in my fear of the moment, wondering if I should leap off. "She wasn't having any of it. "This doesn't say anything about oral sex; 1] they specifically mention condoms, and 2] they talk about sperm as promoting a kind of chemical dependence - sorry."My wife does not share my views on oral sex. Sharon knows how much I love oral sex, and she certainly enjoys receiving it - lots of it. She just can't give it. She does occasionally lick my shaft and if she's really turned-on she'll lick the head a little, just to get it wet. But taking my cock into her. My, how times have changed! Oh, I still enjoy Denise's hot little body, kept that way by the aerobics classes I have arranged for her to take each afternoon, in addition to her gourmet cooking classes, her flower arranging classes, and her volunteer work. Yes, for as long as the private school I send Kimmie to lets its students out at 2:30 in the afternoon, I assure you that my wife will be kept busy with afternoon self-improvement projects.I still enjoy giving her mother the bone. In fact, one. I couldn't believe this was happening so fast. "Another option is to hold her neck down, but I only do that when I am particularly displeased." You were handling me more roughly than usual and you pressed my neck down underscoring that you were quite displeased. You began spanking my ass with your hand raising it high in the air and striking my ass with a cupped hand. The sound echoed across the garage and I gasped despite myself. I hadn't realized how much I had displeased you until you landed.