I respondedwith the fact that it certainly was not the worsttasting stuff in the world. I followed that up with afew minutes of discussion regarding t...e texture andthe feelings I had as it slid across my tongue anddown my throat. I finished cleaning my hand and talkedto her about other ways we could act upon this fetish.Upon hearing all this, it was her turn to orgasm andwrithe in ecstasy. That was the last time I was able to eat my own cum onmy own. We have talked during foreplay about it,. In the evening I lit the Coleman lamp in the living room and got out a book to read. Pa came in and sat in his easy chair with his eyes closed. He just rested quiet. Ma darned some socks with holes in the heels. Our evenings were not the most exciting in the world, but they let us sort of "unwind," as it's called now days. Later we went to bed and to sleep.In the middle of the night I heard a loud yelp and barking, then another yelp of pain and more barking. I threw on my overalls and ran bare. For now, what Steve did to her breasts was nothing short of spectacular. His biting and fondling sent instant electric signals to her clit making her cum over and over again.Steve shifted positions getting down on his knees in front of her eye level to her big breasts. Before he started Steve thought about what he would like to do to her and he got up went to the kitchen and then the bathroom. He came back with a paring knife and a bottle of baby oil which brought a smile to Beth’s face.Cutting. A couple of them were even women who played my wife. It was an act to fool anybody especially since the act went on twenty four hours a day in most cases. I always insisted on authenticity.The school also offered a masters in forgery and a minor in the theater art of disguise. That school taught me just about every possible criminal skill, things useful only during a war.They didn't teach me to kill in the school. Sure, they taught me how to kill, but no one can teach you to do it. By the time.