My eyes were glued to Susan as she walked casually over and sat close to me on the sofa. I love to feel relaxed in silky clothes she said and sipped o... her drink. Slowly she started to talk about love making and sex, she told me her husband had died a few years before and had been very active in sex and satisfied her well, her last partner (bridge player) was weak in sex and at 70 years age his performance was not satisfying for her and wanted to make sure I can perform well in bed.Quite openly. Frustrating. Lena was way ahead of her. *I'm not sure it would be ethical, or all thatuseful, for me to read those people. But I could do something better.I'll record some people you don't know, and keep track of theirintentions and truthfulness. Then you can watch the recordings andcompare your impressions with my notes. How would that be?* *Great! Thank you!* *You're welcome. Now relax, and enjoy your family.*Lena was as good as her word, delivering a small stack of recordings toRose early. “Watch!” she said. “Watch and learn!” I let out a loud moan as her lips surrounded the head of my cock. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the moment, but I kept focus on my dick as it slid deeper and deeper into her throat. My cock, now thoroughly lubricated with her spit, momentarily slid from her lips. “I want you to fuck my face!” she said, as her hands caressed my shaft and balls. “I want you to cum in my mouth!” Thrusting my hips forward, my helmet brushed against her half-opened lips,. "Bull... Margaret is a fanatic feminist who thinks it's a case of rape every time a man makes love to his wife," Brad declared. "Fortunately... she's too darn ugly to ever have to experience that kind of rape personally," he added."Darn, Bradley," Ashley said, "and she speaks so highly of you." Ashley made sure her husband caught the ironic note.Brad snorted.Ashley didn't continue for a time. "Well, Margaret has her faults... but she can be helpful at times." Okay..." Brad replied after a long.