Her cheeks reddened like her niece’s as, after a few heartbeats, she replied. “My cunt is dry, sir.”“And was it humiliating to tell me that yo... aren’t even aroused dear?”“Yes sir, most certainly.”“So as you can see boys, I humbled her by asking a question that she should have been proud to answer in the negative. Delilah here is as wet as a used dish rag. Some would automatically jump to the conclusion that Delilah must be a slut, standing there with her tits out and her pussy dripping.”Delilah. I loved watching her luscious lips slide over the shaft of my cock. She also worked me over with her tongue, sliding it over the head of my dick and licking my cock from the balls to the tip. She worked over my balls with her mouth as well before going back to slurping, moaning and deep throating my cock. I fucking loved it but was still not able to cum. She tried really hard to get me to blow for about 20 minutes but I got close. I think she was frustrated she couldn't get me off.Still, she. It was big, too. But it was great for getting me to places a photojournalist needed to go.He ushered me into his living room through a side door from his carport. It was a very large room, even for a living room. He offered me a seat and disappeared for a minute. When he returned he had two beers. I think there was some small talk about work, or Christmas, or something. I don’t remember. My mind still was racing, my heart pumping. Then, I do remember him asking if I was ready to go to his. More kissing and feeling, and then Linda spread her legs bringing her knees up beside Ken’s waist. She starting rocking and sliding her slippery pussy against his cock, then raising slightly, she reached in between her legs to position the bulbous head against the entrance of her love canal. From my position in the chair behind Linda, I watched entranced as the purple crown of Ken’s cock slid into my wife and stopped and receded displaying the wetness of Linda’s lust. Without breaking contact,.