I dried myself off, changed into some blue tiger print panties and climbed onto the bed. Dave came walking over to the bed fully naked still after dry...ng himself off. His dick was still hard. "What do you want to do?" Dave asked. "Anything you want" I say while still staring at his cock. The then grabbed me by the arms and threw me onto my stomach. He peeled back my panties slowly and started eating my ass (I've never had this done to me before this so it was a new interesting feeling). He ate. Neither Sir Walter Erskine-Taylor nor Freddie Atherton are essentially bad men or bad husbands; they are merely, I feel, hamstrung by their own heritage. And while I cannot necessarily directly improve the marriages of my two lovers, I can perhaps help them to better cope with their lot in life. They are, of course, both ladies born of privilege, but that fact does not automatically guarantee nor exclude them from a life of possible happiness.After we had made love, Davina lay in my arms. Hehad only a couple of vague memories of his father. Hewas killed by a policemen when Mikey was a small c***d.His mother believed the policemen had killed herhusband out of mistaken identity, brutality, or racism.Regardless of the reason, to cover up their crime thepolicemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaineon her husband. He was a strong man and a good husband,and with justice never having been served nearly tenyears later it still tore her up inside."Okay," Mikey replied, hiding. I gritted my teeth against the intensified sensation as she approached her release and grabbed her by the hair with one hand, pulling her head back.“Keep it quiet. Don't fail me on this Ginny.” I growled as she clamped down on my dick and started to cum.She growled and whined and made guttural noises in the back of her throat as she tried to clamp her jaws down on her orgasmic shout and shook in place, her head pulled back sharply, staring sightlessly at the top of the tunnel.Once she was.