It was obvious this was not what she thought I meant. Susan was 5 foot nothing, her tiny 120lb frame supporting perfect double D tits, I can attest to... her fondness for squats and her big ass and small waist was further proof. Her hair was black as Satan’s heart and it was the only hair on her entire body, other than her sculpted eyebrows and long eyelashes. Yes, in our 12 years of marriage I had spent lots of money on her beautiful body. Between the tanning minutes, gym memberships,. Pushing my index and middle fingers inside her, I began rubbing her clit hard with my thumb. She began to squirm around, her mouth opening and closing. "God," she grunted, "I'm going to fucking cum already. It feels like your hitting something down there!"I wanted her to have something special, not just cum on my fingers, so I manouvred us into the 69 position on the grass. I took a few seconds to marvel at her cunt, which looked perfect, and slowly and strongly began licking her slit, sucking. The chocolate long gone, only a few lines remainedI gasped for air, breathing heavily once I could use my throat again.I watched curiously as he got off the bed, grabbed the small cup that he placed on the side of it and returned his head to where my cock was.I thought to myself, “ahh sweet, hes gonna suck a choccy-cock too”but he just kissed my cock and lifted up my ass.He poured a small amount of the still liquid chocolate right onto my ass-hole, it was pretty hot actually and some of it. And I'll pay for the stockings. But I have to go. Just put a note in my box." He dashed away leaving her staring at his fleeing backside. "And a very nice one at that," she caught herself whispering.Amanda frowned as she looked down at the tear in her stocking. I can't wear these now, she thought. They look terrible.After a quick stop in the women's rest room next to her calculus class, she sat down self consciously in her seat and listened to Mr. Strong ramble on about limits, again. Her mind.