I pulled it up to my mouth and licked it. There was no sign of Gary. I smiled to myself as I thought how unlucky he was. I was a little disappointed a... I moved off to the bathroom. Gary is not the brightest spark in the world, and while I have never seen his cock or anything like that, I would consider him fuckable on a one-night basis. Inside the bathroom, I put the towel over the washbasin. I considered leaving the door open but decided against it. It was 'me' time in here, and I locked the. Thankfully the chemotherapy rid his body of the disease and we once again tried to get me pregnant ... and tried, and tried, and tried. It got to the point I saw panic in Marshal's eyes when I told him I was ready to go to bed. I guess I wore him out. But after months of not conceiving I nagged him again to see a doctor. The news was devastating. The chemotherapy had reduced Marshal's sperm count significantly. We kept trying, less frequently though. We limited our sex to once a week in order. Mrs Cathcart wasn’t looking at her husband though, she was looking at me. She licked her lips as she gasped, scooping more of my cum into her mouth. “Fuck that’s good!” she moaned. “I hope you’ll cum all over me many, many times, Darren!”Such sentiments were as if designed to get my randy teenage cock straight back to working order. But they also had an effect on Harry, who suddenly gave a hefty grunt and pulled his cock out of his wife. Suddenly his seed was shooting all over her pussy.“Oh!”. But no, I said nothing, just nodded and heard him say the following words: “I am going to eat you out now because I am hungry. If your pussy tastes good, I’m gonna fuck it with my big black cock. I’m going to make you cum with my mouth, then fill you cherry whole with my black stallion cock so that it fits snug in your pussy, then I’m gonna fuck fuck fuck and make you cum, big time!!” OMG, I love the way he talks. I felt so excited by his dirty words. He is just about to eat me out. Oh.