Moaning loudly now, he moved his mouth back and forth over the anonymous man’s cock, taking him as deep as he could, pressing his face against the d...irty cum stained wall. Then he felt the cock move too, he could picture the man on the other side rocking back and forth, moving his hips, fucking his mouth. When the first taste of cum hit his tongue, Dominc moaned out loud, completely unable to hide his lust. The wondeful, silky, thick fluid coated his mouth, so wonderfully addictive. He swallowed. I told Cee that. “It is after midnight, anyway. Deserted,” I added. “I’ll dim the patio lights, if you want?”Cee nodded, her eyes now focused on my wife’s breasts and erect nipples and the opportu-nity ahead. Had I tapped into some distant fantasy? I stood and went to the dimmer switch, my cock taut against my shorts. As I dimmed the lights, I shifted my erection so the top of my penis escaped the confinements of my underpants.I sat down as Cee stood up. “Oh God, what am I doing?” she asked. A perfect composition of her pale crimson lips, petite, butslightly aquiline nose, her high cheekbones and full eyebrows, and herdeep green eyes that now reflected the interior of Chateau Dumont. Herhair was expertly done up in an elaborate bun with carefully placesstrands falling down and framing her face, all held together by veryexpensive ornate pins.The Marquess now gracefully walked throught the immaculate maze of roomsin her home. A bystander could spot a friendly gleam in her eyes,. But you'd never know it, with all the stuff I've been through! My name is Maximillian Marx. Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. Everyone calls me Max, thank heavens, but even then, the name 'Max Marx' still causes snickers. Anyway I grew up on a farm in Kansas way back in the day. No Internet. No sex education. No personal computers. No Playboys in our little farming community's general store. At least not where a kid could get at them. So we learned sex by the braille method, so to speak.My dad.