.my wife knew all about my alter ego Simone and she had plansfor her today. I felt my wife stir as she came to full wakefulness andsit up in the bed. ...he said "good morning hon, how did you sleep?" Ianswered that I slept fine and was looking forward to our day together.She stated "here's what you need to do first Simone, get the coffee onand bring me a cup so I can explain what our day entails."I went into the kitchen and started coffee, let the dogs out andgenerally prepared the kitchen for. "Let's go to the couch," Emily suggested. Sophie concurred, rising and practically dragging Greg behind her."Get those off," she commanded, and Emily enthusiastically complied, yanking Greg's shorts and boxers down with one smooth motion. He started to protest, but Sophie pushed him down onto the couch. His dick waved in the air with seeming excitement despite its owner's confusion. Good enough."Oh, you're right, it is a little crooked!" Emily observed, kneeling down in front of him and putting. I was wondering if I should take her up on the offer. What if someone sees me go there? Can I stand another miss step at this location?How could I refuse without making an enemy out of her and what about the customer is always right? I said to myself, "fuck it!" I headed to her condo. She opened the door before I even knocked and I walked right in. To my surprise she was still in her towel from the pool and nothing else! I sat down at her kitchen table as she handed me a hot cup. If she lived through this entire ordeal, at least something positive would come of it - she'd learned how to relax while a guy throat-fucked her. She'd been throat-fucked so many times today that she no longer gagged and choked from the jabbing and sliding of cock-flesh in the heart of her neck. Instead, she simply relaxed, allowing the boy to use her head and throat in any way he wished, fucking her face violently if he wanted to. If she didn't fight, she didn't gag. What's more, the more she.