Loudly. I flicked my eyes over in her direction, shocked to see what was happening: Apparently, while I had been busy fooling around with the triple-t...hreat of Amy, Stephanie, and Corrine, Talia had been taking some liberties with my wife. She’d removed one of her hands from Liz’s breasts, replacing it instead with her mouth. Then she’d slowly walked her fingers down my wife’s stomach and through the soft fuzz of her pubic hair, finally arriving at the warm, wet heat between Liz’s thighs. Liz. It was about six and a half inches in length, and nicely circumcised (something I really like a lot), and it curved just slightly up words, too, giving it a jaunty, eager quality. I reached out and took hold of his balls, and tugging on them slightly, he stepped up against the glory hole, and sighed once again in anticipation.I leaned forwards and kissed the underside of his cock head (the frenulum), what is essentially a guys clitoris, and then I gave it a series of slow, teasing licks with my. I lifted my foot. Sure enough, my ankle had the same scar.Leahr smiled warmly. ?Think of it as a mark of achievement. It’s not every girl that can say they were crucified for our Lord.? His eyes narrowed. ?But he said unto them, except I shall see in her hands the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into her, I will not believe,? he whispered.My eyes narrowed. ?I don’t think you’re quoting that correctly,? I muttered.Leahr shrugged. ?It doesn’t matter. No doubt you will add this. You can either come in and watch or just sit here and wait. I won't be that long."I poured myself a drink and just sat on the couch and sulked, wondering how I could be such a wimp. I wanted to do something about it but Mark was right. It was too late now. After what Sarah had done for me I didn't want to blow it now.Mark came out smiling after about an hour. "I'll see to it that you get that position. I always keep my word. Don't worry about Sarah. She cares for you. She sure is one fine.