"Of course not."She pressed in. She wore her underwear and a white shirt, but no bra."What are you doing? You think you can come into my bed, like not...ing happened?" I can't sleep by myself. Not tonight." Even after what you did? Are you kidding me. You should have stayed with your boyfriend." He's not my boyfriend." Why are you here?" I don't know., I don't know what I'm doing." But you're done with me." No. I still want to be friends." You fucking bitch." I felt bad saying it. I hoped it. “Mine was boring.”“Uneventful,” Damien answered.“Ooh, what happened?” his wife purred. She could always read him.“Nothing.”Abigail arched an eyebrow.“I had a...dream.”“A sex dream?” Abigail asked. “About who?”“The woman I sat next to on the flight.” Damien smiled at his wife. “Do you want me to talk about another woman or get in the tub?”“Get those pants off and hop in, stud,” Abigail moaned. Damien ripped off his jeans, throwing them back into their bedroom, followed by his black briefs.. He tried to get me off of him but I would not release. He gave up on forcing me to quit and just enjoyed it. He would wince in pleasure filled pain as I kept his cock completely engulfed in my lips, constantly running my tongue around it, and sucking it like a tongue depressor as hard and intently as I could for at least 10 minutes after sex. I finally released and laid down next to him. My panties were all twisted around my body, my bra was falling off of me, barely hanging on by one strap, my. I complied and sucked the cotton and paper pad. The piss tasted tangy and faintly of fish. I stuck to my task until I could not get any more from the absorbent gauze pad. I could see how aroused she was now. Her cunt lips were protruding and the veiled hood of her clitoris betrayed the delights within as her lady penis poked out. I began to lick and suck her clitoris running it in and out of my mouth like a miniature blow job. I reached up to play with her tits. I knew this would bring.