The 3 of us swapped tongues for a few minutes. I looked down to see Isabella's hand wrapped around my husband's now very hard cock. As they kissed, I ...ropped to my knees and began flicking my tongue along his shaft and balls as she stroked him slowly. She pushed him back on the bed and we both climbed on. As my tongue continued to lick him all over, her look made clear that she was wondering if it was cool for her to take him in her mouth. The look I gave her made it clear and I paused to watch. All except for the side of the house where they had run out of paint, leaving a tall ladder propped up against the house. Tucked away behind neatly trimmed hedges, we could not see the drive way until we had rounded the corner and what Desma had noticed first was the empty drive way. "What about your sister?" I asked. "She still has another hour of school, remember?" My cock twitched, "you thinking what I'm thinking?" Desma glanced at the bulge in my pants and stepped closer, giving me a light. It took me a while to notice another noise under the ebb and flow of the piano. It began as a gentle rumble and increased in volume until it almost competed with Nate’s playing. Curious, I rose and rushed to the window. The sun off the snow shined so bright it took me a moment to make out the sight of a white pickup truck, with a plough attachment on the front of it, making its way down the road towards the house. It approached at a snail’s pace, pushing away the wet, heavy blanket of snow in. I'm so consumed by him, and his hand thrusting inside me, and the pitch of excitement in his voice. Knowing that I want to please him, and that he's so good at pleasing me, I do what he says, and gently push. My eyes fly open, and I look for his face. "Ethan," I pant, being pushed to the edge of this unknown precipice. "Trust me baby, let it happen," Ethan cajoles me, his beautiful green eyes begging. So I do. I trust him with everything, with my entire heart and soul...and I explode. I.