.I've always had a fantasy about bathing in a huge tub full to the brim of fresh, hot, cum. The Cleopatra of Cum... feeling it oozing deep into my ass...and my pussy..... soaking into the skin all over my naked body.... being able to cup it in my hands and pour it all through my hair and all over my face.... And I'd be able to eat as much as I like. Heck! Given enough time, I'd probably drink the whole tub full! Heehee!Of course, I know this fantasy is impossible. I doubt there'd be enough men. ’ Shocked that he wanted to make out with me, having just started dating, I was so young. I was so naive. I was so innocent and I really liked him. ‘Okay,’ I said still swooning that this 22-year-old college senior wanted to make out with me, an 18-year-old, high school senior. Once we closed the door, kissing and kissing me, his sexy lips were attached to my red, full lips as much as his horny, impetuous hand was attached to my breasts. Feeling my big tits through my dress and bra while. Just a little over two years ago I was at one of those parties when I began to feel a little woozy. I told my husband that I was going to go up to our room and lie down for a while. By the time I got up to the room I had made up my mind that I was not going to go back to the party so I undressed and went to bed.I don't know how long I was there before I heard the room door open, but it did seem like it was a little soon for my husband to be coming up. He was usually the last one to leave and. “God, you know exactly what to do, don’t you?” “Must be instinct because it sure isn’t experience,” he said laughing. He moaned as I arched my back, pressing my ass back against him. He pushed faster, moving his fingers between my legs at a quicker tempo as well. “I cant’ believe I’m here, doing this.” He sounded very out of breath. I couldn’t answer. His fingers were working wonders on me once again and I cried out loudly when his right hand began rubbing my breasts, moving between them. His.