She squeezed and fondled his balls while she played her lips up and down his shaft, alternating between gentle, loving kisses, and deep, penetrating s...ucks. Her technique changed constantly and she managed to keep him guessing as to what she might do next. Most men could never have received the unrestrained pleasure of her mouth for more than a few minutes without rewarding her with his salty cream, but Kelly sensed that Alex was still well in control of himself. That suited her just fine. She. She liked being a slut, a whore, but only agreed to it when she was horny. I asked her to explore her evil, slutty side and have fun. She finally agreed to try but with one condition (will come to that later) that I agreed to immediately.A few more drinks down and the bell rang. I could feel her hands sweaty, she was nervous for sure. She didn’t move, but I pulled her up, spanked her ass, and said to her, “Ja randi ja, jeele apni zindagi.”She took a deep breath and went ahead and told me that. "Alright you silly silly sissy gurl, it's time for you to continue yourTherapy," he chided me in that wonderful voice of his. I nearlyswooned. "I want you to change out of that outfit and shower yourselfclean. You need some time in the Therapy Machine for me to properlyevaluate the impact of the Special Encounter Therapy session you justexperienced," he instructed me with his gentle seriousness. "Now, getgoing gurl!" he ordered me.I rose to attention and snapped a salute back at him. "Yes. Our son is a freshman at the local community college and still lives at home with us. He was always a bit of a late bloomer and didn't date in high school. He's met a few girls at college, however, and he's involved in a few groups that keep him busy sometimes.So, while we aren't empty-nesters yet, we do have a lot of free time around the house and we take full advantage of it. One evening I was on my hands and knees, face buried in the pillow but turned to the side as my husband plunged his.