" My eyes flew open as I thought about what he'd just said. The idea of having my mouth on his beautiful cock all night long was overwhelming. It felt...like a dream come true. I felt my cock throb as I thought about it and quickly slipped my lips over his broad flared crown and coated it in a warm bath of saliva. "Oh yeah, that's it. Get it nice and wet, k**. I like that," he said as he leaned back slightly and put an arm out to each side as he supported himself on the log. I could feel the big. I walked out wearing my hair just the way she styled it, probably too feminine for my face but, nonetheless, it was MY hair. Got in the car and drove home with my head in the mirror most of the way. My wife liked it much better than I thought. Next visit started the same way and the conversation continued in the same girlish manner. I was getting into this and wasn't about to upset the apple cart inside my head. We kept on and on while she worked on my head and I kept on admiring the effort she. I was even thinking to masturbate in one of the blankets. But to my bad luck from last stop one slim dusky guy near 40, 6 feet, came to that second seat.I was feeling bad but thinking at least I got window side as if you face window you could ignore the rest of the bus. I chatted with my wife on WhatsApp for half an hour and then slept. To be honest, I hadn’t slept and was thinking about how I can fuck my wife here.There was a little noise from the upper seat. I was thinking what they were. Maybe she was able to fall asleep faster than he.Jennifer was in the kitchen. Unlike last night's vitriol, today her face was calm. If it weren't for her reddened eyes, Frank could have thought that the last night was a nightmare."How are you feeling, Jennifer?" asked Frank. He half-expected her to rant at him, but she surprised him. Again."As well as can be expected. Under the circumstances. And you?"The girl sounded eerily polite."We should discuss your living arrangements. I am named your.