It was so simple, she had unleashed it a thousand times from her mouth in their lifetime, and a million in her mind. It sounded as sweet as ever. Alex...nder. Her love; her only real lament. He was suddenly startled by a raspy cough: something that was high enough in pitch that he recognized it instantly as being feminine, and contorted enough that it could have been a word. As he looked up he saw, standing before him, feminine curves that felt familiar to his eyes, the darkened form of a woman. She likes having her pussy stretched and filled. She not only wants to suck cock, she likes to be throat fucked. And she seems to be developing a desire for anal play.On this occasion, to begin I have her stand and lean forward slightly. I wrap my hands around one breast and pull it, and then have her use her hands to hold it while I wrap it with soft rope, tying it tight, then we repeat and tie the other. They are engorged and swollen, the nipples stick out like daggers. Once her lovely. She moved up and down slowly as just about a foot away, Marybeth’s cunt rose and fell on Mike’s slick cock. She bent to me, whispering.“Holy shit, you see that? It’s so fucking hot, fuck, I can see his cock inside her…” She raised up again. Leaned to them. Mouthed ‘fuck’, and looked at me. She leaned back down. “She’s so hot, his balls are wet. I want to lick them, or touch them. Should I touch his balls? I want to feel his wet cock and balls. Oh my god, what if I touch her?” Her voice lowered,. "We swapped college stories while I whisked eggs and slowly melted butter for the asparagus and mushrooms. Sherri's eyes lit up when I retrieved the crab meat from the fridge."That's real crab?" she asked."Absolutely," I said. "Got to earn my counseling time."Sherri raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything."Look," I said, "I know that you spent all that time with me for free because you thought I was suicidal. And I know you might not have come over here this morning if you hadn't had to be.