I looked at her lying back on the couch with her legs spread wide, and two men champing at the bit to suck on that nerve-rich organ. She was happy and...I was happy for her. I blinked back tears.“How would you like to suck on something like that?” Greg asked Joan, as he looked up from between my wife's legs.“I have.”"Do what?" Greg exclaimed as he looked between the two.Nancy giggled at his reaction. Her giggling made her clit wiggle up-and-down.“I think I gave her her first girl-on-girl orgasm,”. Sure enough, it was sweet like warm sugar water, just as we read. I opened my mouth and leaned my head back slightly as she pushed harder. I drank from her like a mountain stream. My mouth filled with the flowing liquid, draining down my chin and onto my chest. She pushed harder and the pressure came up so much I was guzzling it to keep up. I felt a connection with her body I'd never felt before. She was massaging her clit as she kept her pee hole exposed and aimed the stream to keep it steady.. Well, I'm dripping wet and I need to get out of this bathing suit and take a shower. I love you baby. See you in five days," and she hung up.Now I've never had any reason to doubt Betty Ann, but to be absolutely honest about it, it was mostly because I didn't pay all that much attention to what she did. Why should I? She kept the house spotless, she spoiled me rotten, she raised three great kids and I knew she loved me as much as I loved her. But three things just happened in the space of six. She walks to her mark and stops sharp, looking right into camera and announcing happily, and a little too loudly, in a friendly and educated accent, “Hello, my name’s Diane Campbell, and I’m a 45-year-old veterinary nurse from Reading…” She leans in toward the camera, almost joking as she tells us that, “I deal with doggies all day… And I want to deal with them at night too!”We cut to a different angle, with Diane sitting on the edge of the bed, making it squeak each time she moves. She’s.