” “Good,” she said, reaching forward with the headphones. “But it’s not a game, it’s a special birthday present. I’ll be back shortly.�...� “How shortly?” Joy shook her head. “That would be telling and spoil the anticipation. I’ll be back in good time, don’t you fear.” She fixed the headphones in place, started the CD player and got off the bed. At the door, she turned back to look at her prone husband. “By the way, your cock looks so lovely, Eric,” she said and left the room, closing the door. The seamstress was a beautiful woman, for a genetic female, but, ofcourse, she was nowhere nearly as gorgeous as Tiffany. Charisma had bigbreasts, but they sagged a little, and small discolorations and stretchmarks marred the fleshly orbs, and gumdrop-size nipples capped hersmall areolas. Her belly wasn't concave, like Tiffany's, or even flat;it was plump, as was the small roll of fat above her dark, unruly pubesin which the cleft of her sex was hidden. Her thighs were plump aswell, and dimpled. She was so fucking good. I told her how the fragrance of her pussy was driving me crazy, and how I wanted to taste her. I switched places with her and got on top, burying my face right into her wet, eager hole. As her hands slowly explored the curves of my body, I felt her quiver as I licked her firmly with my tongue. She tasted so good, next I shoved two of my fingers deep into her swollen pussy, then pulled them out and placed them in her mouth to let her taste her own wetness. She seemed to. " He's married," she said, sounding sad.I didn't know what to say. I wasn't prepared for this. "Something like that," I finally said."Foolish girl," she chided me. "Does he know yet?"I shook my head."When are you going to tell him?" I don't know if I should tell him," I said."Of course you should tell him!" she yelled. Angelina jumped and stopped sucking, disturbed by the yell."If I tell him he's going to want to do the right thing," I said."Of course he should do the right thing!" she.