Applying as much suction as I could, his anxiety grew as he waited for my mouth to move to his asshole. I teased him for a moment, as I listened to th... sucking sounds of my wife go silent. ‘Do it slut.’She went back to his cock, and I shifted down and ran my tongue as deep as I could into his anus. I felt as much as heard the low guttural noise that came from his lips, knowing all too well the pleasure he was feeling. With his testicles pressed up against my nose, I went after his asshole at a. But Cindy, who had a shapely but very petite 102-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress.In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies in John as they shared a bottle of champagne in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year marriage, John had toyed with the idea of directly asking Cindy to seduce another man.But instead, he just made what he thought were vague references to his fantasies. Cindy,. “And fuck you, Tara. And fuck anyone who lives in the shithole town.”He glanced up to see the three Miles ladies moving swiftly in his direction and shook his head toward them.He met the three of them with hugs a few feet away from where Suzy and Tara stood slack-jawed.“I’m getting on the bus,” he said. “The sooner I’m away from here the happier I’ll be.”Jenny asked Brock if he wanted his new jacket and the look he gave her almost froze the blood in her veins.“I was trying to lighten the mood,”. “Now watch.”Wham-o as he pulled my arm underneath, rocked on his elbow -- or something along that line, too fast to tell -- and spun me over. From on top to spread-eagled underneath, it took not a second.“Two points, huh?” I managed.“Two big ones,” in no hurry to relinquish me. As he was staring at Led Zeppelin, though, I’m not sure to what he was referring.“Ever hear of Stairway to Heaven?” I asked, his shorts against me making it an opportune time for chitchat. It wasn’t his shorts that had.