They’d wandered down back alleys until they came to the large square before the largest pyramid.“Smell.” His friend poked him. “Can you smell ...it?”It took him a moment to recognize the aroma, he’d experienced it so rarely.“Is it... ?”“Yes. Let’s go closer.”There was no chance they’d be able to get close enough to see anything, much less get close enough to grab a piece of the smoking meat that gave off an aroma that drove them crazy, but they maneuvered around until they found a ladder left. As he circled back to her clit more often, he felt the tension in her body grow. Her knees bent and her thighs closed slightly. When she touched his head, he paused, but she simply stirred his hair with her fingertips so he resumed his feast. She held her breath, then gasped and drew another. He could only imagine the cute furrowing of her brow as she strained for her release.He kept his pizzicato tongue on the spot when her fingers pressed tighter to tell him to stay where he was. Another deep. It was all so overwhelming and difficult to comprehend. He'd never figured himself to be a prude, and was well aware of the wife-swapping fad and other such promiscuous dissipation's, but this had been the ultimate in bacchanalias. He found himself grinning slyly. Nero would have been happy to have been on the guest list, he mused.Well, he'd always been given to understand that much more license was taken in Europe amongst married couples, and now he had the proof of it. And oddly enough, he. While I was looking at pictures I noticed a chat icon on the bottom of the screen. I decided to see who might be there and logged in. Immediately several men invited me for private chats. I stayed on with two who seemed the most fun and chatted away, allowing my pocket rocket to perform the acts the men suggested and enjoying a prolonged O during which I unintentionally sent the message AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa to my unseen partners. I sent the video to my husband,.