Her and Milt were going to do the same in a little bit. He was wanting to play "poke her" with her, before they went to sleep. She was looking forward... to a little "hide the weinie" herself.Sue had convinced Doris to allow Rick to stay the night with her. They had both promised to "be good." Doris, after hearing Dr. Fox's prognosis, had agreed. "Just NO WAR WHOOPS!!!" she told them. "You might wake the babies!!!"He and Doris had helped Sue into the shower, stripped her shorts and tank top off. Throughout his turmoil he kept his eyes on Sarah watching her squirms slowly die away with exhaustion, and leave her weeping uncontrollably while the cane marks glowed on either side of her little cunt.Miss Marshall chuckled, reaching out with her fingers to caress her burning flesh and press firmly downward, watching as Sarah's eyes widened in shock, then her mouth open to expel a sharp gasp.Looking directly into Sarah's startled eyes, Miss Marshall drew her fingers along her cunt, kneading. And taste it he shall. I tell him to go for it, to bend over and actually take that dick in his mouth. He looks at me with a look of love and lust in his eyes, and says, “No, honey, you first. Show me how”. Now is my moment of truth – can I actually go through with this? Can I actually perform this act on a stranger, the same act that I have lovingly performed on my husband so many times over the years? I look at my husband, and he smiles at me and whispers, “Yes”. I kneel in the shallow. "Fuck! How did you know where I live?" she tapped.He replied without words, just a smirking smiley face."Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Jennifer cried out as she came.Jennifer had had a few boyfriends. They all wanted to hump her. And some did. But she felt no thrill. There was no impending threat, no peril, no "damsel in distress" feeling.Only two men thrilled her. Because she knew neither could have her. Her step-father Jonathan was too proper. A fundamentalist southern Baptist, he had moved to New.