? Her fingernails glistened in theindustrial lab lights overhead.? Shecouldn?t put her finger on it, but something had happened to her.? She walked ov...er to a nearby mirror and heardthe crunch of glass at her feet. She?d stepped on the containment holder for thesymbiote.? And the symbiote itself wasnowhere to be found.? Something else shealso noticed; ribbons of torn clothing appeared to be lying in a large pilebeside her feet?like it had been eaten by acid or some corrosivesubstance.? Yet the. When I paid too much attention to her writings, I was instructed by her to “worship” her pussy and arse, and did so, with great gusto and a rapidly hardening cock as their communications continued without my “direct” input. I brought her off several times as, my pen-friends own slow typing caught up! It was a very horny experience, one I very much would like to repeat, as often as my sexy wife wishes. I should say here, that the pics, the arty ones at least, are thought out and planned by her,. So, there was now just me and guy #2 left…. Me on my back and him sitting on his heels close to my head. He was late forties, chunky in a sexy way, clean-shaven and salt and pepper hair. Think Paul Hollywood without the beard and a bigger cock ( ;) ). Staying on his knees, he moved forward until he was over me, cock twitching, with his large and very shiny cock head tapping my face and nose. He then leaned forward to rest on his hands and I sucked on him greedily as he started to kiss my own. .maine kaha…bahut saara pyaar…woh door se boli…kaise…maine kaha hum dono ke angon ko mila kar…woh boli kis tarah…maine kaha har tarah se…woh boli sach maine turant light omn kar dee…woh sharma kar khud ko dhakne lagi ki uski khuli salwaar uske haath se chhoot gayee…main aage badha aur uski salwaar ko choom kar alag daal diya…woh boli beimaani hai..main apna underwear utaar diya aur kaha..ab…woh kuchhNahin boli…maine neeche baith gaya aur uski jhaanton mein munh daal kar uski bur ko jeebh se.