The next morning I'd awoken to find myself somewhat tender and still damp from what had obviously been a long night of lovemaking. I felt very anxious...about this, not because I felt my husband had abused me in some way, he was very emphatic about my willingness to couple with him and I had no reason to disbelieve him, but because I simply couldn't remember it. I wondered if this 'blacking out' was a symptom of alcoholism, or some physical problem I was unaware of. It made me nervous and I. I had all of his cock in my mouth and was sucking it as fast as I could. It tasted so good. I didn't even think about sucking his cock, as it just felt like it was something I wanted to do all along. Even though up until a few minutes earlier, I had never thought of myself sucking a guy's cock. Now that was all I wanted.I moved my fingers into his ass and inserted a finger into his tight asshole. He pushed against my finger, so I knew he liked it very much. I pushed it all the way in and then. Then I unbuttoned her blue jeans and rolled her toward the back cushions to pull them down her legs. I was pleasantly surprised to see she was wearing a black thong. With the jeans off and her breathing a bit heavy, I went to work on her top. Pulling her sweater and top up and over her head was no easy task, but I managed to get it off and laid it next to her jeans and shoes on the floor nearby. Then I said WTF, I unsnapped her bra as her back was to me and helped her out of it and placed. Dressed in leather from head to toe, the wandering adulteress presented herself on Ray's doorstep a week before Halloween, 1999 -- almost, but not quite, a year after the terrible bloodshed that ripped them apart. (Good riddance to bad filth, too!)Ray stood there, in the doorstep, his jaw hanging to the floor. She smiled sweetly at him, wordlessly gesturing for an invitation to enter."Lisa! You can't come in here. You've got to leave me alone." You haven't got company, have you?" The sweetness.