.. and he hasn’t gagged me. Ron understands all my needs and what I will and won’t do. In all the years we have been married... and for a few year... before that, I’ve never had to use my safeword, “Kemppi.” Kemppi is the name of a company that makes welding stuff. Ron had one of their catalogs in his apartment when we were first getting kinky and I thought it was a silly word that I would never accidentally use. The only time I intentionally use it is when Ron asks me what my safeword is before. My parents are very excited that she's coming too." We could all see the wheels start to turn in his head. "It just occurred to me; I wonder if Amy had some kind of relationship with my parents. She's my mom's sister, but I wonder if mom shared her with dad. A few little episodes just clicked in my head." What kind of things?" Like when I was a teen and arrived home from being out with the guys, and they were all upstairs in the master bedroom talking about decorating; or how Amy dressed all. She began making small talk. Then out of the blue! "Can I suck your dick?" Before I could reply she grabbed my crotch and squeeze my balls. She unzipped my jeans an had my cock in her mouth sucking on the gland she grabbed my balls and started messaging them. I layed back an began to moan she took my cock deep to the back of her throat and began bobbing up and down on my shaft. She stopped and stood up and stripped took her tee shirt off and undid her jeans and dropped them to the floor. Kathy. “Okay ... so ... patterns?” he wondered. He extended an uncertain hand towards her underbelly again, his fingers trembling. He was painting on the naked scales of a Krell, of all things. He could hardly contain himself, he didn’t know whether he wanted to hide, or if he wanted to plunge both of his hands into her inviting flesh. This wasn’t necessarily sexual, he had to keep that at the forefront of his mind. The Krell were aliens, he had already seen that their ideas of personal space differed.