He stood there rigid, Ingrid continued to suck on my cock and I still quaked inside. It seemed like a lifetime, but must have only been a minute when ...ngrid looked towards him and said, “Don’t just stand there like a dick, come here and look at what I found.” I had no idea she talked like that to him; I always thought of him as the governing one. He moved to the bed, and still stared into my eyes as he stepped closer and closer. I got even more worried. Ingrid stopped what she was doing and. He knows I have, lovers shall we say. But having him watch me fuck Lothar, and the others in all likely hood, now that was different. How would he react? Lothar mustn’t know, mustn’t know I’m his wife. Know he is my Hubby. The screamer had become the sobber. The girl on the floor was trying to drag herself further away. “Now this Gentlemen is a real fucking woman. You want a whore, then this is the one. Boys you want to do business with me, you find me a woman like this one. Jamie, where did. It was a little swollen and red and had the best little pussy lips i had ever seen. I stopped and asked how much fooling around she has ever done it was then i found out she never touched herself and she only had been touched by her guy friend. So i decided i needed to let her experience everything. So i told her i was going to eat her out she took a little gulp of air and shook her head in agreement. I worked my way down to her pussy by slowly kissing and licking her mound. I had finally. I went through that stage for about three hours then. I knew why. He was so close to the grave that he didn't have time for soft soap. He told me what anyone would think but no one would say. I still wasn't an artist.Then to add insult to injury I got his scanned drawing on notebook paper that was ten times better than mine. His women's chest almost rose and fell as she breathed. 'It's all in the shading', his accompanying email read.'Okay, I will try it again'. I used his picture as a go by.