”“NO! I don’t want to see it. I can feel it pushing between my thighs. We shouldn’t even be doing this. This is the last time I let you talk m... into getting naked. I think it’s perverted.”“It’s not perverted, it’s what boys and girls do.”“Maybe when they are older. We aren’t old enough yet.”“Yes we are. Please can I put it in, just the head of it that’s all.”“It has a head? It doesn’t have eyes and a nose too?”“No, but it does have a little hole that looks like a mouth that my cum shoots out. I tried to make words come from my mouth but my tongue denied me. My usual bugaboo of not knowing a good first line, and shock, combined to stifle my thought processes."Sig, you remember me, don't you?" Suzanne said.I was down for the count. No words could come from my mouth. It was as if I were punched in the stomach. I could barely draw a breath. I turned and walked; no - I half ran, to make the light before traffic started.My mind raced. Was it really her, did I just imagine what just. Shortly he pulled out, layed me down and went right to my pussy. His tongue and fingers were like magic wands, sending shocks of pleasure over and over. We went into the missionary position then, and I climaxed again. Then he rolled over and had me on top. As I slid his firm hard cock in my hot wet pussy, he slid a small dildo into my ass. Oh my god, I thought that I was going to faint. The ecstasy was unbelievable. I rode him and the dildo like I was performing at a rodeo. My next climax was. He always wanted blow jobs and would always instruct how he wanted me to give him head. He liked me to take as much of his cock down my throat. He enjoyed hearing me gag and liked when my eyes would tear. It really wasn’t my idea of fun, however, he really enjoyed it. He’d want me making all those sucking noises while he’d pump my throat with his cock. My husband had a decent sized cock. I couldn’t get it all the way down, but always tried my best.What he loved most of all was when he would.