My grip on his right hand was no longer a defensive tool, but more a futile attempt of denial. The brush against my thong was hardly noticeable at fi...rst, barely a wiping touch of his fingernails. Sneaked in between the powerful feeling of his full hand on my leg and the ever-growing sensation of my nipple, I almost missed it. But, I didn't. A light sigh came out of my mouth through the quickened breath I took, matching the small unwanted but grateful gyration of my hips. He felt it and. There was in fact so much on her face that it had run down and made a complete mess of her shirt, and tits, and there were thick globs of cum coating her entire front side, including her belt-like mini-skirt. Shed been getting double penetrated all day from the looks of things since a lot of the pictures either showed the dp in progress, or depicted a fresh load of cum running down her leg. The final picture that got sent to me, however, showed her on her back on the table, with her head. For those brief few minutes by alternating betweenPhyllis's three pleasure points Carol was able to let her husband relaxand enjoy his new status of a man with tits. Carol was able to give herlover satisfaction, albeit short of a sperm spouting climax, but stillit provided a form of sexual release he had been without for so long.After her sessions of fellatio, Phyllis would reciprocate; howeverCarol was aware his heart wasn't in it. She perceived it was performedmore out of a sense of duty than. At first, I was inclined to pooh-pooh her promises of gourmet treasure but when she told me the treat must be consumed in our birthday suits, I immediately perked up my ears and wondered if she was planning some sort of ritualistic orgy that would culminate in dipping my ever rampant shaft into her joy-juice. We had become quite close ever since I had taken the extreme measure of blackmailing her into carnal bliss by tattle-tailing on her covert trips to the kitchen after dark to steal stuff.