I imagined my tongue sliding over the head, around the ridge and hearing him moan with pleasure. I could almost feel him pushing his length thru my li...s, till I almost chocked. Then pulling it out again and sliding it down my throat again till his balls were laying against my lips. Then I imagined him taking it out of my mouth and rubbing it on my face, then hitting me with it. It was all I could do to not slip my hand into my pants and rubbing my clit till I came. I tried distracting myself,. " Oh, well, yeah that counts." He smiled."So?" I laughed. "What's this chocolate cream pie? Like whipped cream on my boobs? Um ... Lower?" Yeah, like that." Dave nodded happily and he was trying to kiss me again."Ohhhh..." I groaned. " ... That's too easy! Tell the truth now." It's easier to show you." Dave finally decided. "Okay?" Here?" I asked, "Right now?" Uh, no." He laughed. "We need someplace a little more comfortable and warm and..." Like a kitchen?" I stuck my tongue out a. A couple more beers later she was getting loud and boisterous and i started asking questions about sex!...What’s your weirdest experience, ever had a threesome, etc, etc. I could tell Sophia was enjoying the talk. She seemed was probing for more detail about what was being said…The guys went outside for a smoke and i asked my wife if she fancied getting taken from all directions. She said 'i cant believe you're even suggesting that!' but at the same time i could tell she was getting turned on. ‘Let’s play.’ I said huskily. Her eyes widened. She gulped, her fingers faltering on the last button. ‘You have to do exactly what I say.’ She said, whispering. ‘I think I can do that.’ I said, shrugging the shirt off. She took a deep breath, and mumbled the next rule as fast as she could. ‘No touching me.’ She mumbled, her face turned away from me. Her face burned a light pink. She was embarrassed. ‘You don’t want me to touch you?’ I asked, tilting her chin back up to look at me. Her cheeks.