A torrent of cum is about to be released with the convulsion shooting my salt-flavored jet into her cunt. Right before it shoots Sabrina tells me to ...cum on her face so she can taste it. Lost in the excitement is any consideration of what the chance is that my wife wants that. I pull it out as I shoot. Half is inside while the other half follows the angle upward and streaks across her small patch of pubic hair, her stomach, and between her tits. The last of the solid trail ends on her neck and. It seems that ever since I confessed to her that I get more pleasure and excitement from hearing about her sex with Doug and her denying me her body, we have become even closer than ever before. She now knows that’s she is not being mean or selfish to me, she now knows of my insecurities at my love making skills and how much I prefer this lifestyle. Of course, she is happy to enjoy her lover, but knowing that I also love her enjoying her lover and the torture of her denial to me has made it. She was between a walk and a run and seemed to be in hurry. She was carrying a small purse slung over her shoulder, held close to her body by the length of a smooth sun-tanned arm. She looked like she was dressed to go to a wedding.You know the look. A garment made for show, but not meant to be worn to work or even to an interview. I watched her reach the other side of the footpath and skip away further down the street.I couldn’t stop to look as I had gawkers wanting to look inside the Batcar. Now Rahul was eager. He slowly held my legs and separated them. " Adjust her legs slightly wider. I should be able to capture the cock break open the seal of her pussy. Let me capture the slow entry of the cock properly, in her pussy to pop her cherry." Ravi said. Rahul adjusted my legs a bit apart. I could sense him getting all ready and eager to pop my cherry. " Rahul, put a pillow under her to raise her pussy so that the entry and penetration of the cock,.... is deeper." Ravi.