She had drummed it into her that sex was only for making babies, and men were disgusting creatures for wanting to keep on doing it simply for pleasure... However, she was a dutiful wife and she loved Ron and let him have sex once, or sometimes twice, a week, but try as he may he could never get her to enjoy it.He said sex always took the same form for them. His wife would lie in bed and, usually on a Saturday night, would ask if he wanted to 'do it' tonight, or sometime she'd say 'do you want me. It struck me that she wasn’t really hurting anyone, and I was just as bad for the spying I was doing on her. I changed the plan, and I would leave the outcome up to Shela. I’ll tell you right now, I wasn’t nearly as excited about the exhibition aspect of what I was doing, the real thrill was watching Shela. Late that evening I showered and went about my evening without bothering to get dressed. I could see on my TV that Shela was outside, shit, she had even brought a small ladder the look over. " i licked at the damp folds, licking everything from her clitoris to her vagina, feeling her squirm on top of me she grinded her pussy more into my face till i could not breath, i struggled for breath as i finally attacked her clit with force and ferocity finding my tongues way under the clitoral hood i roughly licked on her clit, making her squirm moan and squirt hard into my mouth. " holy fuck!!!!" she moaned breathlessly as she fell onto the bed looking at me she growled and crawled on top. Small stones irritate my bare feet and while the air is slowly becoming both warm and moist, my shivering continues on account of my racing heartbeat. I move still deeper into the cave until I can feel His presence. I stop, blood pounding in my ears, almost drowning out His voice when He speaks to me. Come closer, my flower. You need not fear me, for I will do you no harm. I take slow steps forward, seeing nothing but stone until I reach a large hallway. The walls here are smooth and the floor.