Probably from this year, John thought, Stacey wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the package. But her neatly sharpened and painted nails were rummaging t...rough his shirt and he couldn’t think about anything but that. He thought of her pigtails, held up with purple rubber bands, how it looked down her bare back. How Haley’s hair looked. How she smelled that day. God, he thought, I can’t get into this. He focused back on Stacey, who was now fiddling with his belt, his shirt unbuttoned completely.. My tongue worked around her clitoris, and over her lips. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The whole time her nectar pussy and coated my tongue and chin. About the time I felt that my cock was ready for action, I felt her legs tighten around my face. Her body began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The people down the hall knew she was about to cum because she was so loud. When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hips bucked widly. I had to takeaction or we were bound to lose each other. From what you have told meyour father had imparted a basic belief of male superiority. Thus, youwere easily susceptible to the antiquated antebellum philosophy towardwoman. I couldn't let a husband of mine exist believing in malesuperiority. That is why when I was transferred to Germany, it wasnecessary to teach you the errors of your belief system. That is why Ipassed the mantel of the household chores to you.When I left the Army, it. It had a three point strap for your waistand between you legs. I started peddling and discovered that the seat vibrated against my crotch,sending a very pleasurable feeling up through by private parts. The matrontapped my shoulder after what seemed like a short time, it was now 12:30 Ihad been on the cycle for and hour and was drenched with sweat, and anotherbodily fluid, she helped me rise and directed me to the shower. In the shower room I stripped and turned on the water and stepped into.