At nineteen years old, I thought she would be used to titty play, but she wasn’t. Instead, I had to content myself with my own imagination and the s...cent of her pheromones dancing wildly inside my head. I replayed the moment when she bucked and held still on my lips, then released her juices, at first filling my mouth and then overflowing faster than I could swallow. I desperately wanted to consume as much of her as I could. My balls tightened up and then released their load, streaming a load of. Something that would excite me and get me off.My husband left for a business dinner. He said he would be home late and not to wait up for him. I had my own ideas for an interesting evening. Tonight I was going over to the adult theater. I had already showered and did my make-up. I wore a little black dress that was very short and form fitting. I didn’t wear a bra or panties. I just wanted to have a hot time. I wanted to be fingered and fucked in every direction.I was very excited and wanted to. We emptied 3 bottles of beer; again she came back with 2 bottles of beer. I said its enough for me, she said I know you booze hot drinks, beer will not be enough for you in anyway. I cracked a joke saying beer will not harm my mood but it will harm my stomach and bladder. She laughed out loud and said no worries if your bladder gets filled you got a nice toilet to empty. Later she got up and proceeded to door, she locked and came back and sat. This time her sari pallu was little away off her. Now she began to feel a little embarrassed. She carefully looked straight ahead, keeping her vision unfocused.Joseph knelt in front of her. She was surprised that she had not even seen him stand or get a cloth. When his tongue reached out to gently caress the inside of her leg, she realized why. Startled, she looked over to Erik. He grinned, seeming for all in the world to be a contented male lion, watching the rest of his pride feast on a gazelle that he had brought down. He waved his hand.