It was so hard that I could actually see it throbbing. “Well, well, well. It looks as if somebody likes the thought of his wife being a dirty little...slut. Would you like to hear more?” I asked, to which he just said, “Yes, please.” “Alright,” I said, “But you just may want a divorce when I'm done telling you what a filthy cock slut I am. But first, do you know the two reasons why I get my cunt waxed regularly? Well, three reasons actually. The first is because it helps my leotards and yoga. So vivid was this dream I took it as a portent. My father laughed at my concern, and stroked my hair, and told me they would return within the year. And so my father left his household behind, taking with a portion of his servants as bodyguards. Two days I wept, for I loved my father, and feared for him. On the third morning, my maidservants, who wished to console me, bade me accompany them to the river, where they would do the laundry and laugh and gossip. But I wished to remain alone with. You start to grind your pussy up and down on my hard throbbing shaft. I move my hands down and grab your pantyhose covered ass. I start massaging your ass cheeks as we kiss passionately under the covers. We stop kissing and you get up on your knees and straddle my legs while putting your hands on my torso. You stand up on the bed and look down at me. I watch you as you reach up and pinch both your nipples at the same time. Your left continues to tease your nipples as you slide your right. ”she gasped, holding her breath and grunting with theexertion of forcing it from her, “Now, lick me clean asthe rest drains from me.” I did as she said, her hairy cunt mashing against my faceas she squatted over me and wanked herself to anotherorgasm, her own copious cum now flooding from her gapingtwat and flushing out my sticky load. “Christ.” she gasped as she fell to her hands and kneltover me on all fours, “I’ve been waiting for you to fuckme like.