In fact, it's taken some time to convince her to tell me them. Now as long as I don't ask too much, she indulges me. I particularly like to hear about...one specific ex boyfriend in general. Let's call him "Brad". He had a huge dick. And ever since my wife has told me that and described how big he was, all I can think about sometimes is watching her getting fucked by his huge dick. I thought about it 1000 times. From every angle and from every position. about is her cumming on that huge cock. I. We both moan. As our tongues start to urgently explore each other, she tries to touch me, but I pull back.“Lie back,” I instruct again. She frowns a little, not one for being bossed about. But it’s a new experience, and she eagerly acquiesces.Crawling up between her legs, I whisper, “Close your eyes, and keep them closed.”Her eyes now closed I lightly kiss along her jawline with gentle flickering licks. Kisses tracing down her neck, into the crook. I nibble and suck just enough to see the. I was always dressed when home and loved to stay that way all weekend long and would just put on some pants over my outfit to go shopping sometimes with a coat or shirt over my open cup bra depending on the weather. I was at the store one day when I saw my neighbor Jill with her k**s shopping and looking for some food and said hello. She was a little nervous to see me and finally said hello and then I could hear her tell her two young daughters that sorry, but she only had a few dollars to. Five foot four, blonde hair, black dress and stilettos."Now listen, I was just a whore then. Am now too, but we can talk about that later. My point is that I let men fuck me, but I had no emotion about it. I could get myself wet when a John wanted pussy, but that was just for earning tip money. Every orgasm I'd had back then was faked, for when I thought that the guy had gotten his money's worth. I could moan and scream like a movie star.No Sonja, don't look at Vlad. He already knows all of.