Nibbling on the tip, and then to the base. Finally forcing me to explode down your throat. All of the excitement, and build up has made this load huge... Causing you to gag just a little as you can't quite swallow it all on the first surge. But being such a good girl, and never backing away, you take it all, and hold me there until you're sure I'm finished. After the shower we have a romantic candle lit meal by the fire. Sitting there in nothing but boxers, and a cute little teddy. Playing. Already there were nearly 30 people, some he recognized in cold blood, others he never seen. Arial says, “Tiff…I’m surprised everyone came…” “I heard Eric in the background…told everyone he was coming with you.” Arial smiles and says, “Brother…you are looking at all that remains of the old days. The JBG reduced to only Rick Jones. The GIR reduced to Tiff, Sara, and Alyssa. Plus some others you remember…” “Charlie? The Wreckrat? What are you still doing around here? Last I knew you fled this. And the clip was labeled XXX. They had never made any sex clips together. David's heart leapt in his throat at the thought of this being a clip of his wife having sex with another man. His heart sunk and he felt sick to his stomach; if that's what it was, why would she keep this clip? She had just married him...David was supposed to be the only man in her life now, in her thoughts, in her dreams. He swallowed hard and without further thought, double clicked on the icon. He turned the volume. The seat was lower to the ground than I remembered, and I couldn't swing without dragging my toes along the mossy ground. After a while I stopped, told him I had something to confess, then reached down and lifted my skirt to show him how the gentle eroticism of the afternoon had made my knickers a little damp. He took my hand and held it to his chest so I could feel the thumping of his heart. I wondered what it would mean if something sexual was about to happen. I thought about my husband, and.