I heard my wife "EAT HER BABY SHOW HER HOW GOOD YOU ARE EATING PUSSY EAT HER PUSSY LIKE YOU EAT MINE BABY EAT IT BABY" I did not stop until Gena had c...mmed twice and all that time I could see my wife watching and playing with her pussy. I heard Gena softly say "Oh god please stop I can not take it any more please stop for now" I did as she asked and when I did she pushed me back onto my back on the sofa and then she leaned over and took my hard cock in her mouth. I am not sure really how long. “They’re in your p-pus-pussy-ssss…” she groaned, and then her moan turned to a near shriek “Ahhh….MI-ii-iiii-ke…” she called. “P-P-Please…” I began to ‘spank’ that pussy again and said “TELL me who owns this pussy – SAY IT” and when I heard her answer, I plunged my face back on her, taking in her clit and wildly pumping my fingers inside her, pushing Anna-Brooks Cowan over the edge. Anna-Brooks couldn’t stand it – the ‘pussy-spanking’ had only held off the inevitable, but it she was fast. It was Gretchen who asked "Cy will have to bypass the usual woman's permission and just do things to her, won't he?" You've got it," Julia agreed. "That's why the planning is so important." Why does it have to be Cy?" Michelle asked."My original thought," Julia responded, "was that we just had to awaken the sensual side of her. Given her background and beliefs, though, allowing any kind of intimate contact with just any of our men would make her immediately defensive."Why would she react. “You think that’s a good idea?” “I’ve been sober all day,” she said, twisting on an incredibly high heel to look at me. “Just give me one. I need a bracer.” I took the bottle of good bourbon from the cabinet that served as by bar stock, pulled an old fashion glass from the next shelf over, and poured a healthy two fingers in it. “Water?” I called. “Ice?” “Neat,” she called back. I shrugged, pulled down another glass and poured one for myself. No point in making her drink alone. Besides, I could.