" "You think so. Like what?" Well, they might be petting each other, even down below, you know?" "How much have you done with girls, Zach?" "I'm three...years older than you and Taylor, so I've probably done more. I know I like kissing you," and he bent over me and began french kissing me again.I had my hands up under his shirt rubbing up and down his back as he slips his hand under my top and grips my breast and tries to work his fingers under my bra. I pull his hand down and hug him making it. I had triedon everything in my closet. Settling on a denim skirt and pink peasantblouse. When the doorbell rang I jumped. Checking my makeup one lasttime in the mirror, I opened the door. He was tall and well built. Iwould never have thought he was 60 years old, maybe 45. In his hand wasa bouquet of flower. (My first flowers as a woman) I smiled and invitedhim in. He followed me to the kitchenette as I looked for something toput them in. After some small talk he helped me with my coat. Ever..." No! But you sure as hell learned to suck cunt... haven't you? Do you like cunt... better than cock... ?"God! He knows! "Oh, Ron..." she sobbed. "I love you... and I-I want only you... ?" Then do as I tell you, God damn it!"She knew then that somehow she would have to prove her real and abiding love for her husband... and to do that... she would have to do as he said. With trembling hands, she reached out to the softened shaft of his cock, took it into her tiny hands and worked the. ”“Yes, I understand. She does the same for me, and it’s been that way since the first time I saw her.”I finished my drink. I got up to refill the glass, and looked over at Nick, “More?”“Yes, please. That’s very nice Scotch.”“It’s a 15-year old single malt. I save it for special occasions.”“So this is a special occasion?”“Well, if I understand correctly, you’re here to fuck my wife, and I get to watch. That’s never happened before, so I guess that makes it special.” I handed him his drink. He.