Inside her was hot and silky. I pumped my fingers in and out for a minute while I continued to devour her clit. I could feel her orgasm coming before ...he even knew it was coming. Her vagina began to clamp down on my fingers as her clit swelled up inside my mouth. ‘Oh my God! YES! Oh don’t stop!’ Kristin was shouting now and had her hands tangled in my hair. Her legs were wrapped around my head so I couldn’t pull back. Growling, I forced myself to stop, so I could torture her some more. I pulled. You’re my husband.”A few minutes later, we turned into my driveway. Jo and I went into the house, and she headed straight into my, our, bedroom. “Give me a few minutes, okay?” She closed the door without awaiting my response, and I went to the kitchen to plan lunch while I waited. I had decided on cold cut sandwiches, when I heard her call me from the bedroom door.I walked over to the still closed door, and tapped on it. “Jo?”“Come in,” she called back.I opened the door and stepped inside. Jo. His kinky hair was teased into a huge Afro, his eyelids a blazing mint over long fake lashes. The pale lipstick made his pulpous lips stand out against the blushing butterscotch of his face.His mini dress was very short, and the same mint as his eye shade.“Mmm, I could say the same about you,” Lucian heard himself say with a chuckle, graciously touching the boy’s glass with his.It was hard to tell why, but when amongst themselves the Bobs kept saying things like ‘man’ or ‘dude,’ giving high. While they did not try to stop him, they made it clear that if he was not going to college he was on my own financially. Tom had saved up a little money during high school. He had worked part time and got odd jobs after school and in the summers. He had always been pretty resourceful. After high school he went down to Mexico and then Central America, working now and then tutoring English, or even doing physical labor on small farms, but mostly traveling, getting to see out-of-the-way places,.