The tight torso. The perfect boobs and an ass that made me want to shoot my load right there... so I gripped my dick and stroked it to within an inch ...of my life. As I gained speed my heart was pulsing harder and harder, the noise felt deafening and the idea of my being so close to Keira whilst she slept, masturbating over her body scared me but it thrilled me. As I was getting close Keira turned so her ass was no longer my focus. Her right tit had slipped from the cup and was now less than an. (And I'd rather share her than give her up altogether.)3. Familiarity breeds contempt. (I'd treated my wife too casually and she'd gone looking for someone [or more than one] who would appreciate her.4. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. (She was rightfully getting even with me for being inattentive.)By the time I left the bar at nine PM I was too drunk to drive but I drove anyway. Fortunately I made it home OK to find the kids in bed and Val almost as drunk as I. There wasn't much. I wanted to be. I found myself looking forward to his orgasm, the cum filling the back of my throat, injecting into my mouth like the cream in a donut. I practiced my swallowing motion, the way I imagined it anyway, his hard cock deep in my mouth and my tongue stroking up the front. Next, I took his dick in my hand and licked down the shaft to his balls. He shaved them so they were nice and smooth. I wondered if his wife liked it. It was kinda hot to think about her mouth on his dick just like. It must have been a dream. The doors and windows were all locked and there were no close neighbors.Harry made his way to the bathroom. The bathrooms were a late addition to the house and tended to be claustrophobic and badly designed. When he checked his penis, he could see the impressions of teeth still on his skin right next to his cock. He could see in the light of the single light bulb, his bottom was still leaking sticky saliva that most certainly was not his.So, the visitation in the.