I felt liketherewas a river from my insides into his mouth. Pre cum was literally flowingonto his tongue every time he withdrew my cock from his mouth...to kissandlick the head. Like strands of honey, my precum was running from hisbottom lip to the ground. There was no way he could keep up with theflow, particularly with his fingers coaxing ever more from deep withinme.I have to admit he was particularly good! The reverence he showed for mynow steel hard cock made me think that he was not. Her only (and biggest) concern is not ho hurt the feelings of her hubby. I have this chat with her, so she understands the above, and is ok with it. The answers I tell her to give are the following:When I make the wife suck the bull's big cock, she needs to sit on the edge of the bed, or kneel on the floor, hubby is kneeling next to her and helplessly watches. I ask her if she likes it, and expect an answer like: "yes, I love his big cock, it's very nice to suck, I get wet when suking it,. I agreed. After a couple of glasses of wine and some small talk, she turned on the TV. I began to massage her shoulders as we watched some silly programs. She was sitting in front of me on the floor and I was on the sofa.As I was massaging her, I couldn’t believe how quickly I got hard. I was still unsure of what was in her mind, I was not sure if it was right mixing business with pleasure.Soon the wine had its effect; Mariam slowly leaned back into my crotch, pushing up against me. I could not. .. or shirt ... or pants. So I ran back into my room."Figured you'd be back." He said with a grin.I pulled on my jeans, a clirty (half clean/half dirty) shirt, grabbed my wallet and grabbed my sneakers. Didn't even take the time to put them on.I regretted that omission when I got to the parking lot, which was loose gravel and sharp, pointy blue stones. I took one step and decided to put on my sneakers. And then I realized that I had no idea where the car was. How many dark blue Tauruses could.