It was here when I realized that what ever has happened to me was for real and it was still happening.God, I imagined , I had kissed my dream , smooch...ed the softest pair of lips and tastiest tongue of my life. She was a great sucker of dick too. Here, I see her taking my dick till her throat. My dick had grown like anything. Then I realized that I was just two minutes away from a great orgasm.Fearing that I come now, I might loose the chance of fucking her, I just told her to stop and move to. .my Master's mouthwatering cock that I can't get enough of...this time it's drenched in sunlight and shadows, pure perfection. I lower my mouth down and begin to suck...hard...taking in every bit I can. My husband begins to move, just incase his reaction is to stop me, I grab both of his hands with mine and pin his wrists to his sides and continue my sucking, licking, devouring...thinking of my Master. Imagining it's his gasps each time my mouth sides up, taking in air and then back down. Meanwhile, she turned to her toys but they weren’t satisfying enough, not a long term solution or compensation for real flesh and blood cock.When they’d first dated, Sam had loved bondage: tying and gagging Jen, occasionally a little bit of pain. Jen loved it, too, and she trusted Sam implicitly. Now, tossing aside her dildo in her lonely bed, she longed to be taken by Sam, tied up and fucked again.~~~~~It was about five when Jen got home from work and was surprised to see a note from Sam on. I was able to run my hands up and down the inside of her legs, and this lossened her up a bit. I then was able to touch her panties. I thought at first touch they were wet, but couldn’t be sure, but after being able to properly get a finger on them I could tell that they certainly were – dripping wet in fact. After a short while I managed to encourage her to allow me to remove her panties, all the time both of us checking to see if anyone was watching us or could see. We were sure people know.