I was confused until I realized his belt buckle was an armadillo, and he was referring to sticking his cock in my mouth hard enough to push my forehea... against his belt. He was quite a bit older than I, but he was intriguing. He was a biker which always turned me on. I tried every excuse I could think of, and all he had to say was "when you think of something good, you let me know." I remember the morning he slid his hands down the front of my sweater while we were in my cubicle, and the next. ”Marybeth turned to me. “So,” she grinned, “a recurring fantasy!” I grinned back. Sue had started to enjoy it after the second time, and as long as it didn’t get in her eyes, was really good at it – mouth open, tongue out, talking to me as I got close, telling me how much she wanted it. But I wasn’t going to say that out loud.“OK, then,” Marybeth began, “my turn.” She sat up straight in her chair, and waited until she had everyone’s full attention. “You may have noticed,” she started, “that I. His hands smoothed up and down her back, giving her skin goosebumps. Dan scooted forward on the seat and had her reposition with her legs behind him.“Mmm, I love this position too. It makes me feel so close to you mentally and physically as if we’re one person.” He held her by her small ass cheeks, helping her to fuck his cock.“One thing is for sure, I will never grow tired of you expressing your love for me. You are such an incredible woman, I love you, Wendy.”“I find it scary sometimes that I. The white husband did not recognize the scent of the white woman's infidelity with the black stranger, but his body subconsciously did. As they joined each other in bed, the white husband inexplicably began kissing his wife. It had been years since they had sex on a weeknight, but the pheromones present with the wife as a result of the coupling between her and her black lover were drawing in the unsuspecting white husband. His mouth tasted the mixture of his wife's sweet saliva mixed with that.