He did not know why but he had started crying while talking to Joan. Marty had turned his head away so Joan could not see h...s tears. She will probably criticize me for crying he thought. "Marti I have not tried to humiliate you. It appears you entered our relationship with rather unrealistic expectations. I made it plain from the beginning how I expected you to behave. Obviously you did not pay. Meanwhile, I grab your thighs, with my head between them, enjoying the musky scent while lapping up your juices. I'm going at one hundred miles an hour, giving you no chance to catch your breath. Licking, sucking, fingering. I reach up and grab your breasts, pinching your nipples. Time ceases to exist. To me, there is only you. To you, there is nothing more than pure pleasure, as you have been transported to a place where nothing but your unending bliss exists. You cry out as your orgasm hits. His animal instincts were barely in check,before he simply abandoned himself to his lusts, his desires and simplyfucked me, thrusting in and out of my vagina, without any care forsubtlety, romance or sensitivity to my needs. The base nature of hisactions was etched across his face; I watched as his mouth opened inululating ecstasy as his flesh released its hot seed deep within mybody. The base of his erection throbbed in heat as he ejaculated hot andhard into my vagina. I felt the warmth as it. I guess Ihad assumed that Duncan was a hairy man. Still, he had tried out cross-dressing at one time and maybe, like me, he just preferred a hair freebody. I leaned forward and gently kissed him one of his nipples. Hegroaned softly and shut his eyes.I continued with gentle little kisses down his chest and belly, whilst, atthe same time, undoing his belt buckle and pulling down the zipper on histrousers. I could sense his erection straining to burst free. I reachedunder the leg of Duncan's boxer.