I put my hand down between my legs and started to rub within that moisture."Mmmmm, me too," I whispered, which seemed to take my husband by surprise.H... rolled toward me and moved his own hand down over mine and assisted. Tonight he apparently wanted to get into my fantasy, Rosemary had him that far gone."You'd do it too, Moll ... your tongue up that sweet ass, licking at that brown hole, making her moan..."His fingers took over from mine as I rolled beneath him and the heat and the fantasy and. His three fingers had not prepared me for his enormous cock even just the head stretches me making me groan in a mix of pain and pleasure.“Everything ok?” He asks me, “does it hurt?” his voice says he truly cares.“Yes, yes.” I answer both his questions before my mind catches up with me and I explain my answer, “I’m ok, it hurts but it feels so good.” I tell him my voice a whisper, I couldn’t speak any louder if I tried because the sensation of being stuffed by this stranger was making my brain. With tongue-moistened lips she rained wet kisses up and down the entire length of my engorged shaft. Hot blood raced through the pulsating blue veins throbbing just below the surface skin of my stimulated cock. Hot-damn, that girl was driving me crazy! Just what were her intentions? What would she do next? The answer was not long in coming. Her slippery-wet lips closed over the head of my cock. Her tongue darted into the slit of my pee-hole. Her saliva ducts opened and she drenched the. I would have done almost anything to protect him. I don't know why he keeps calling me a slut and a whore. I never even pretended to be either of those for the guys. I was a party girl, a good time girl, but I would never do that for money, and I'd never cheat on my husband."Dr. Gardner gave her time to compose herself then said, "I admit I've never seen a case quite like this. I'm going to try something a little bit different when we're together. If I'm right we'll cut this process down, but.