She knew she couldn't be called a dumb blonde because of her dark hair. She watched her husband shake his head at her humorous remark. She checked the...five carat ring that he got her only yesterday and a jeweled wedding band that replaced the golden ring she had back at home. Emma planned to wear the gold one most of the time but on occasions like today, the ice was on her left hand now."Thank you," she said as the very first of the ten arrived, knocking on the door. Tim gave her a quick. After which, she promptly ran off with the baby's father.A divorce and five years later, I married my second wife Mona. Ten years into that relationship, out of the blue, Mona started harping on me about how unfulfilled she felt as a woman. At the time, I thought it had something to do with the fact that she wanted to have a baby.I tried for the next two years to give her one. As things went, after more failed attempts than I can count, Mona began accusing me of having an affair.I wasn't and. It was no longer merely a young woman who pretended that she was fighting the hunger and passion that coursed through her.At some moment Honey had become a slave to her own passion and now every movement was natural, the sly techniques that every woman possessed and used when she meant to have a manI was positive of it. Because the moment the half-slip had fallen to the rug and she'd kicked it aside, the record had ended. There was no more music; but Honey continued her dance because she was. When she saw the bench she had an idea so her little 4 foot 9 body dragged me over to it with a wicked smile.“I want you to fuck in my mouth so deep,” she said as she settled herself on the bench, on her back with her head hanging off the end. I did not question her, as a professional she knew what she could do. I knew this position made a straight shot into her throat, I could actually fuck her to full penetration this way. My super mouth whore had complete control of her gag reflex,.