I asked for some water and while serving water by mistakenly it fell on my jeans.So now my jeans was all wet.He took me to washroom to clean it and I ...new that now he would blow me as he was craving for my cock.We both went to washroom and I was cleaning my jeans while he unzipped my jeans and started sucking my cock.He was craving it since days as we didn’t have any recent encounter.As he was sucking my covm so we didn’t go outside for long time and were in washroom so his wife came in to look. Two weeks of sharing a bed with them both, in their arms every night, really cheered me up. A lot!And now I know exactly what my perfect man is – the perfect man for me, anyway, even if he’s nobody else’s ideal of the perfect man. Because six weeks after I dumped Mister All Wrong, I met my perfect man. He has been in my bed every night for over 300 consecutive nights now. And I’ve never in my whole life felt happier.So let me tell you my specs for my perfect man. My Ted.First, he is black.. "I will devour you."As I look down, all I see is his sun-kissed hair poking up from my shaven mound. My body quivers as his rough beard rubs against my wet folds with his tongue exploring every crevice between my legs. Rocking my hips forward, his tongue flicks my puckered little asshole, causing me to squeal. My toes wiggle from his intimate kisses. He kisses his way up to my mound and his mustache tickles the sensitive area surrounding my clit. "Please," I beg.He nibbles and licks my engorged. !! From Tonight..!!” I corrected her with a wicked smile.”Yes…From tonight” She said with a spark in her eyes. While Jim just kept his head down.Marie crawled to me and took my throbbing aching cock in her tiny delicate hands and stared at it as it was a priceless work of art which, to her at that moment, it must have seemed to be. She looked up at me, her eyes once again gleaming like freshly faceted and polished emeralds, grabbed my hands, pulled them into the beautiful copper colored long.