Our sex life, since the day we met some eight months before, has always been very, very good. We figure why not try to elevate it to greatness. Whatev...er we feel like doing or trying we will agree to do, no holds barred. It is amazing. We fuck in every conceivable position and lick and kiss and suck practically every square inch of each other’s body. Added altogether I figured I came over a dozen times in the last two days and I am literally bummed as I hear the door latch as he leaves my. .." she sighed, as her fingers slid down further, a fingertip just peeking inside her swollen lips, and softly nudging her throbbing clit."Ohhh..." she sighed, pushing two fingers in and spreading them back and forth, buttering her virginal muffin from side to side."Oh, Willy," she moaned, "wouldn't you like to lick me here? Don't you want to make me cum against your face?"She pushed up her vest, exposing her hot breasts to the air, kneading one of them forcefully, and slid her other hand even. ”“I really don’t know what to say; how to thank you enough.”“No thanks required. It’s the latest model. Even newer than Chloe’s and your wife’s,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m sure you’ll get great satisfaction from it just as they have.”Ian, all smiles, looked for the on button and switched it on. As with Chloe’s it gave a low hum and the screen lit up with a subtle swirling colour display. He held it to his ear and listened to the dialing tone – or something like it he assumed. Still smiling. The rumor was that prowess with the women was unmatched my father had quipped. While he was an attractive man in his 40's, I did not see him in that light.Now, back to the story; I was amazed that the flickering light was the result of a very large fan in the window. You could see thru it as if it were an open window with the light of the bungalow behind it. A naked woman stood silhouetted in the dim light with her arms tied above her head to a hanging beam. Mr. Jackson's hands were running up.