After my second trip home I risked the awkwardresponse and asked her why her bite didn't quite live up to her bark.She claimed she didn't feel confide...nt bringing the kink factor up - shewas afraid of doing something I didn't like. I assured her that sheshould just go for it and I would tell her if I didn't like something shetried and then I came up with the idea that would come back to haunt me: the next time I came home, we'd have two nights of play. Both nightswould dedicated to testing. A couple of minutes later my fiancé sent Charlie this message: "I am about to get my pussy licked while I stare at your ass." She came back with, "I will spread my cheeks so u can lick my ass” My fiancé shuddered with lust and typed in, “Then I will just have to bury my tongue in there.” “Please,” was Charlie’s response. I swiped my tongue up that gorgeous dripping wet pussy and my fiancé sent off one last message, “He’s starting now, so I am losing my ability to type.” But Charlie didn’t. Eaton did not stop. In fact, his roars got dramatically louder as he got closer to the phone.A second later there was the loud of the impact of my fist on the side of Mr. Eaton's head, closely followed by the thump and groan of his body landing on top of Don.Because I thought it was cool, I said, "He landed on top of Don. That was Don's groan."A couple of seconds later my quite badly muffled voice, "Does this normally happen when you bring your boyfriends home, Katelin?" My little audience. At this moment she is not the woman who I eat dinner with or fold laundry with or watch some useless TV show. She is something else someone completely different she is free of those constraints and somehow no longer domesticated but completely wild. I can’t help but give chase I feel like an a****l during the rut that has lost and now must watch as another takes my prize, but I enjoy it. She looks amazing and has a glow like come and gets me. We drive to the local micro brewery that she likes.