He unzipped his pants to reveal his fat cock, my eyes widened. It was only a few inches from my face, the closest I had ever been to another mans dick..., and I could feel the heat coming off of it. I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed it in. The feeling was amazing, this delicious cock sitting on my tongue. I sucked on it, back and forth, and it got harder and fatter in my mouth as I did. He began to fuck my face, faster and deeper. He shoved it in to the back of my mouth, and I gagged hard.. We screw at least once a day when he is home and often more. It was clear that I would not stay ‘dry’ and frustrated while he was gone, any more than I did on days I wasn’t with him when we were dating. He knows he was number twenty-seven in my pants when we met.”I couldn’t resist, “So what number would I be?”“I don’t count any more so if he asks I can say I don’t know. I’m not a slut that just takes any opportunity. Long term is best.”“Well, I’m definitely interested. How many helpers does it. I said of course, but first I have to go and powder my nose back in the room and I will return as soon as possible. I could see the snooker room from our bedroom window. I noticed that someone was peeping in the window at the back of the snooker room and was obviously spying on us. My husband had a pair of binoculars in his suitcase so I took them out to see if I could identify who was doing the spying. It was one of the young waiters in the restaurant. He must have noticed we picked the keys. As time seemed to stop and eternity had taken over, we were now embracing as lovers who had been apart for years and had now just reunited. You could not tell one from the other, they were as one... kissing passionately and embracing each other in a way that few have ever experienced.As your arms wrapped around me I instinctively grabbed your beautiful cheeks and pressed my rock hard manhood against your now dripping beauty that lie between your legs. With every kiss and touch initiated by you,.