Imagining the sound of his moans.She could almost feel him swelling under her steady touch. Lengthening and thickening until he's stiff and leaking. R...eady for the heat of her mouth. The pressure of her soft lips closed firmly around his shaft. The tightness of her throat as she swallowed him. Milking every drop of seed he had like it was her last ounce of sustenance, and she would beg on her knees for more.What would he taste like on her tongue? How would he feel thick and pulsing down her. He nonchalantly gripped my ass and squeezed firmly. Then sliding his fingers all along the ass crack, he sought my hard cock as I lifted my waist to provide him access. He tickled my balls and giggled softly. Meanwhile, his thighs were now touching my upturned palms. I slowly moved my hand along his thighs and into his shorts till I could feel his turgid hard-on on my knuckles. He pressed it into my palm.His palms were stroking my thighs and he would slide them right into my balls and play with. Nancy pushed me through with just two words for me, “Stupid cunt.”I heard the door slam behind me and almost all the light went with that sound. There was dim light coming from high in the ceiling but I really couldn’t make anything out. I tried to get up but as soon as I made it to my feet I walked into something hard and metallic and fell right back down again. The floor was tile and way too hard to want to fall onto often, so I decided to stay there.After some time I heard a door open and. Their marriage was the real thing, the rest of it was all make believe. She had even been so careful and discrete before, so she had avoided building any outside reputation; it was Bull Donald who was desperate for her and was the one who kept pushing the boundaries. Perhaps it was because it was just after her 39th birthday, and was dreading being 40, that he finally wore her down and she let him have a taste. He wasn’t even all that good, nowhere near as satisfying a lover as Walker, because.