” “Ginger, I’m terribly sorry, but do you mind if I steal your husband for a moment to talk business? It won’t take long.” Sunlight peered... through the window and caught the glint of her white teeth, making Tamara’s permanent smile flash. She glanced at Brad before her gaze returned to his wife. Seconds passed. Ginger batted her eyelashes. Turned to face him. Deep brown eyes meeting his, she slipped her hand out of his grasp and cupped his face in her palms. Jesus. His body weakened. The. .what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!" Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make me eat my cum.... Please Kim make me swallow my own thick cum!" my husband begs. When he cums I catch it all in a wine glass and then I pour into his open mouth and tell him to swallow it all.For months, Michael has been eating his own cum and we've both been getting. She reached over and started rubbing my Semi-Erect Cock thru my pants and I almost at once started to feel a wet spot forming on my briefs. She could tell that she was getting to me and then started to unzip my slacks so I stood up so to give her much more easy access. Once she had released my Cock from its confines She started to lick it up one side and down the other while pausing to make sure she teased the head of my Cock. She did this for probably about 5 minutes and then opened up her. If Roslyn Rogan was on the train, I assumed she’d be in a first-class sleeper car, befitting her grade A box office status. I wondered where she would get off, what city she would be making her next movie in. Chicago? Washington? Or was she in the same movie that Ellen was in and was on her way to Toronto? I hadn’t checked out much about Ellen’s new movie, I know realized. I hadn’t thought I could show the enthusiasm she deserved. I would be going all the way to Atlanta—in a berth in a carriage.