Just a slight draft moved the hem of Laurence's gauze skirt, which enhanced the body suit that revealed nothing and revealed everything.But then we we...re away. The audience faded. The hall faded. The music was all, and the gamine shed the last of her down and took flight. She seemed to float effortlessly like dandylion seeds in a zephyr of a breeze. We were as one, yet apart, a synergy in motion. Was it three minutes or three hours? It could have been any length of time, but the heaving of tired. “So honey, don’t you think I should make his fantasy come true?”“I agree wholeheartedly, Soni. Go ahead and show him how good your mouth feels over a young hard cock.” His voice clearly displayed the eagerness to watch another man’s cock delve into the depths of his wife’s mouth.“To be frank, dear hubby, I feel quite tempted to experience his heavy dick head, dear.” And looking at Joy in the eyes, I asked in a heavy sexy tone, “Now, son, are you ready for your mother’s mouth all over your. It’s a wonder she doesn’t hump your leg when she gets all excited.”“What the... ?”“Really, Zach, you can be such a fucking tool! Try to get this through that thick skull: either she goes, or this goes.” She spread her arms to feature the arduously maintained body he’d never savor again if he made the wrong choice.Zach froze in a moment of disbelief, but he finally concluded there was nothing more to say. “Okay then. Leave your house key on the table on your way out.”“Un-fucking-real,” the. When I tried to pull away Mr. M laid on top of me and told me "Stop squirming! I know it is painful but I know what I am doing! You'll thank me later". He was right. The sensitivity pain became pleasurable as he continued to suck my cock and brought me to another orgasm. Afterwards Mr. M lay next to me and masturbated himself to orgasm. I still remember the cum shooting out of his cock that day. Mr. M and I went on many more fishing trips. Never once did we go beyond oral. It was Mr. M who.