“If we were alone I'd peel that dress from you, dribble this over your body and drink it from you.” “What a terrible waste of good wine.” “D...pends where I'd drink it from.” I could only imagine. He drank both his wine and my visage simultaneously, placing his glass carefully in front of him. "Hand me your panties." The colour drained from my face and I went cold. Shit. In my haste and pre-occupation with perfecting the walk I'd entirely forgotten his final rule. I was supposed to wear them all. Megan stiffened, no longer fighting and Jenna's grunts sounded triumphant as the cheerleader cried out, collapsing back onto the table with a thump. Her head lolled from side to side as she stroked the back of Jenna's head."Oh, Fuck, Yes!!" Ken called out moments later, his hips going into overdrive. He pounded into Jenna, making her grimace in pain as his orgasm approached. "I'm gonna fill your ass with come," Ken muttered, operating on autopilot now."Fill me up, come in ... NO!!" Jenna. When I paid too much attention to her writings, I was instructed by her to “worship” her pussy and arse, and did so, with great gusto and a rapidly hardening cock as their communications continued without my “direct” input. I brought her off several times as, my pen-friends own slow typing caught up! It was a very horny experience, one I very much would like to repeat, as often as my sexy wife wishes. I should say here, that the pics, the arty ones at least, are thought out and planned by her,. " Everything was falling into place for me to indulge this madness by booking the flight and jetting off the next morning. I got my credit card, keyed all the details into the website and five minutes later I had a ticket from London to Portland , via Amsterdam and Seattle . I couldn't wait to tell Allison, who was still waiting for me after I asked her to give me ten minutes to sort stuff out. "Oh my god!!!" I typed. "I've booked and I'm coming tomorrow!" "Really?" she replied, "I wanted you.