”My wife turned red in the face but replied, “Personally I don’t care for it. It is thick and sticky and I think it is too salty.”Beth said, �...�So you don’t swallow it.”My wife casually said, “No, I spit it out.”Beth said, “I think I’ll swallow when I give a blowjob. It seems wrong to suck his thing and give him oral sex but not to swallow. Maybe you should just give Daddy hand jobs.”My wife raised her voice and said, “Our sex life is of no concern to you, young lady.”Beth turned to me and said,. She continued to keep her eyes on him as she finished the song. Dante watched her, holding a beer in one hand, leaning against the bar. He smiled at her, his eyes warm and calm as he watched her dance. He nodded slightly, silently willing her to continue her dance. Angels heart almost leapt at the sight of his approval, and she continued. Her efforts increased as she danced, her mind on Dante, the strange man who insisted on her pleasure and happiness, above his own. For some reason, she felt. ”“You loved the way I fucked you. I know you did. So if you want me again, you’ll at least try.”“Okay.”I crawled on the bed and Gwen cuddled up to me. I ran my fingers through her gorgeous hair as we went to sleep.I woke up about an hour later. It was three o’clock and Jim might be home within an hour.“Gwen! I should go before Jim comes home.”“Okay.”“But I want a nice blowjob first.”Before she could agree or disagree, I climbed on her chest and pushed my cock into her warm mouth. She eagerly. He told her its ok if you touch it. She looked at it, then at him and did just that.It swelled up standing straight out and she wrapped a hand around it. He laughed and said, good girl, I been wanting you to touch this thing for a while now. By the way, he was mid 40's. He told her, go ahead you can kiss it as well. She said she knew it was wrong, but she leaned over and did just that. When she did, he grabbed her head and pushed her down on it some. She said that just sent her over the edge,.