‘You look like the cat who got the canary,’ I muse. ‘I feel like that cat,’ she laughs and buries her head in the pillow. I am weak, but bliss...ully content. I would fuck her again in a second, but I need to hold back at least for now. I place my hand on her back and feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. I forgot how much I miss little moments like this. Her smell, her warmth, her breath can all be very intoxicating. ‘These pillows smell like you,’ she mummers through the fabric.. How angry should he be? If something in the nature of non-consensual sex had occurred, then even that would have involved a piece of manly flesh going inside his wife. Would he have treated that as a betrayal? No, definitely not, because his wife had not been involved in that physical activity with her mind. So, what ultimately mattered was what went on in her mind during her tryst with her boss. It was all in the mind, as they say. And how could he correctly judge what her mind was thinking. As you had watched them move around the memories of teenage fantasies had come flashing back, the one that was the clearest was the dreams you had about Lois Lane.You had tried to forget about it for a long time until you read the news about True Lover Co announcing a new method of building the Perfect Partners and the massive drop in price that came with it had brought the idea back to the forefront of your mind all over again. You had heard about some of the characters that had been licenced. Rubbing my hand gently over his long shaft.Now it was time for the money shot. I opened my mouth and slowly leaned forward. I saw a drop of precum forming on the tip of his cock. Just hanging there, about to drop off any moment. My own cock was oozing precum and a wet spot had formed on the front of my panty.I stuck out my tounge positioning it just below the drop of precum as if i was trying to catch it…. and click.I was mesmerized by the drop of precum. I flicked it off with my tounge. Thr.