Rayna had not been with a woman in this way and was unsure of her abilities. Yet, after a few cautious licks, she began eating with enthusiasm, if not... skill.Sayoria could practically feel that this was Rayna’s first time eating cunt, and shivered slightly, even more aroused with the knowledge. Rayna’s had studied oration, and given eloquent speeches, and the knowledge proved fairly useful.Rayna’s enthusiasm grew as she continued to lick, spurred on my Sayoria’s moans and guidance, don’t forget. At 38, and after having three kids, Rachel could still turn heads. She was tall, about 5’ 10” or so, with dark shoulder length hair and a dusky complexion in stark contrast to my wife’s pale skin. She had large hazel eyes and full lips, giving her an almost Indian aspect to her appearance.“Next time,” Rachel echoed me, a strange look in her eyes as she gave me a small half-smile. “Now upstairs, and into the tub,” she commanded playfully, clapping her hands at her son.“I’ll get started,” I. Dad was on the couch watching TV."Where the hell were you last night?" he said angrily. I pushed my hairout of my face and looked at him."I was at Brianne's. I fell asleep. Sorry."He shook his head and stood up. "What the hell were you doin'? You'realways with that bitch and you ain't never here. What's goin' on? Yougot shit to do here."I wanted to groan, but I would probably get knocked out if I did that."What do you need me to do?" Shit in the kitchen needs cleaning. Your sister ain't done. I know that I broke your heart in fifty places, but you broke mine back in equal measure, when you didn’t fight to keep me. I know, I know, a slut like me isn’t worth fighting for. I can read your thoughts from here in Chicago. I know, I didn’t fight for our marriage, so why should you do all of the heavy lifting? Well, logic, fairness, etc. all agree with you, but my heart doesn’t care about all that, just that my ego took a major blow when you just dropped me like a bad habit and got on with.