It was still parallel to the surface of the painting, and the balls were in high-relief now. February rubbed them also, wondering whether the God woul...d emerge from the painting as the days passed. February then licked the head of the God’s penis with her tongue, marveling at its sheer size and the audacity of whomsoever dreamed up Priapus himself. On Saturday, his balls were fully three dimensional, and February couldn’t restrain herself anymore. She came home in the evening from her day job. TonightRobert was to perform the conversion of Amy, a conversion from being Mike’s wife of some years to having no remaining attachment to him at all. Mike was about to see his cute blond wife become mated onto another man. That’s what Robert did because that is what cuckolding has been about for over a thousand year…being a cuckold is about the male seeing his mate “trading up to a better male specimen” Reversing the mistake she had made usually out of being insecure by letting herself. "No you're not!" She spit me out and squeezed my balls with one hand and twisted the tip of my boner with the other stopping my urge to climax in mid-eruption."Jesus Julie, what the fuck, afraid of a little cum in your mouth?" No, asshole, I want you to fuck me, don't be such a selfish little prick." It always has to be your way, doesn't it?" I got up and was actually thinking about walking away, crazy huh? I stopped as she ripped her panties off and spread her athletic thighs."Really, Mike,. He asked for a tea suggested we work on my English, as we didnt get a chance at the diner. I accepted and we got to work. We were only a few centimetres away. He looked at me and we stared into eac others eyes as we slowly leaned in towards each other. Our lips touched and I moaned. He licked my bottom lip asking for entery. I gladly gave it to him and as his tongue explored my mouth, he pushed me back against the couch. He climbed on top of me, straddling me, his hands wandering all over me,.