I told him that I didn’t really, I’m always more of a bottom in my fantasies. I did tell him though that sometimes when I’m fucking my wife I im...agine it’s him that I’m fucking instead of her. Especially when I have her bent over. They have similar builds, both on the chubby to fat side. I told him that while I don’t really fantasize about fucking him when I’m alone, I would still be open to fucking him if he ever wanted me to. He said he might if we ever went that far. God this conversation was. And the helpless emasculation and humiliation, together the the quintessentially feminine nature of your situation leaves you also feeling intensely aroused. Suddenly you feel a pulsing spurt, as his load empties in my mouth. He withdraws and holds your mouth shut, instructing you to swallow, as he shakes his still swollen member to empty out any residual cum over your face, your wig and your peach satin blouse.As he tucks his cock back inside his trousers you are left kneeling helplessly and. It was a statue of a woman in a toga sitting on the moon. "This is the moon goddess, Corel. It was said that if you made a wish, The Goddess would grant it."I looked at her very weird. She saw that a laughed. "You think I am kidding? I am not. But, there are conditions to making the wish. It can only be made on a full moon and the wish can't be changed until the next full moon. So make sure to not wish for something you really don't want." So, How much is it?" I asked her.She looked at the tag. She sat at the kitchen table, sipped her coffee and stared out the window at the back yard as she tried to think of what she could do. After an hour of thought she finally decided that she had lie to Rick to have any chance at all of saving her marriage. She had to give him a reason he could accept for her having done what she had done with Ron. If he went to Ron to verify what she said she would be toast. But if she didn't come up with something he could believe she was toast anyway. All she.