It's not a mouth at all. There's no gullet. It's just a circular arrangement of razor blades... And there are no gill slits or air holes... This thing... wasn't breathing... And its blood is not blood, just clear oil... It's a biological impossibility, more nightmare than reality..." I know. The fact that it's impossible but is still here is probably an important clue about what's going on."The trio left their sleep room and continued their journey down the long corridor."Impossible but still here. "Suck slowly, show them how fucking good you are." he ordered. Naturally I did as he wished, deep throating the entire length of his member, taking long slow strokes all the way to the tip and then back down again. My mouth made a slow, wet slurping sound with every motion as I moaned in delight at the taste and the texture.I opened my eyes and looked over to Paul's friends. All of them were stroking their own cocks through their pants as they watched me blow their friend. The thought of. Needless to say I was thrilled when I discovered my husband. He loved to hear me tell him the stories of my sexual escapades. And that is how it all started. My husband (then my boyfriend) and I started role-playing fantasies he had always wished had happened to him, but sadly never did. Those fantasies began rather routine, i.e. me in costumes and outfits, me playing the stranger who lets him have her, etc. Eventually, those fantasies expanded to all sorts of fun role-playing, i.e. me letting. Normally **** didn't appeal to me, but this time, with her, I was almost hoping that she would give me the excuse."I can't believe-" She finally said when we were sitting at the kitchen table eating while the k**s were eating in front of the TV in the living room. "-I did those things in front of my k**s." Her voice was low and tears were streaming down her cheeks again."Yes you had several very noisy orgasms with your k**s watching." I reminded her, which seemed to generate more embarrassment.