I slowly walked backward until I was in the middle of the room. I tried to stare into the picture to see if there was a hidden image in it. I saw noth...ng. I knew one thing for sure, I was going to the library tomorrow to research stereograms. I turned and walked toward the stairs as I heard my husband coming down. He looked incredibly gorgeous as he was dressed casually in khakis and a polo shirt. His sandy brown hair was a mess but that was how I liked it. I could see the twinkle in his eyes. Suddenly, my slut genes kick into high gear. I am now concentrating on giving him the best BJ that I know how while also trying to squeeze the cock in my ass with my sphincters. The harder they thrust, the more I am trying to capture their meat, and therefore their cum. I can feel both rods getting longer and wider as they get closer to blast off. I'm now in cum slut mode, and all I can think about is how good that cum will taste.Suddenly, I hear a moan beside me. I glance over to Amy Sue and. ” I answered.“I’ll bet you have them now don’t you boy? Tell Mistress Shelly the truth!”“Yes ma’am...” I sheepishly admitted.Shelly stood up and gestured for me to do likewise. She said, “Strip! I need to see what kind of boy I own!” I gave Shelly a blank look and hesitated. “Well?” she snapped. I jumped up, saying “Yes, mistress!” I undressed, having no idea what to expect next.Shelly knelt down in front of me so that my cock and balls were at face level. She hefted my balls in her palm. Flipping through the channels, she came upon an old black-and-white movie, and they both exclaimed in unison. “Casablanca!” They looked at each other, and again in unison, said, “I love this movie!” She burst out laughing, and Kirk could wait no longer. He leaned over and kissed her hard. She dropped the remote and threw her arms around him. Entwined on an old overstuffed couch, their tongues dueled in each others’ mouths, as Rick dueled with the Third Reich on the TV. She wound up on his lap.