I grabbed on to the back of her head, thrusting even harder than she’d been doing on her own. Spittle flew everywhere as the head of my cock beat on...the door to her stomach as it soon would her cervix, breaking it down just as I peaked. Gobs and gobs erupted from the head directly into her stomach, her eyes bulging from the volume, pressure, and the new plateau she’d reached while still remaining unable to cum herself. Her stomach bulged from the amount I pumped into her. I left my cock where. And that everyone attending the party would be offered a free room for the night . Her boss didn't want any one leaving after drinking. The dress code was "very nice" , I wore slacks , a dress shirt, and sport coat. My lovely wife wore a above the knee "little black dress" , garter belt, black lace top stockings, and a black lace cup pushup bra. She came in the den wearing only the undergarments to get her handbag. I got an instant hard on. The site of her 34 b cup tits all nice round and. The sort of women who fit in here, andthe sort of man who appreciates that sort of woman."I glanced around. "So all these women here..." I just about said 'aremen' but stopped myself."Have a dick?" she offered after an awkward silence. "Yeah, that's whyit's called Dickies."I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but Ialmost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.Turning the bottle around I saw the label, 'Dickie's milk.' It readbelow the bar's logo.. Well... okay... I guess we can do that..." he managed to say, still working the skin up and down over his bulging cock."And doesn't it turn you on? Doesn't it?" Wendy smiled."Yeah... I guess it does! Okay, it turns me on! There! Now are you gonna let me fuck you yet, baby?" He had tried to sound annoyed in an effort to cover up his embarrassment."I might just let you fuck me now, Terry..." she said. "So your mother turns you on, eh? You nasty boy!"Wendy rolled over on her stomach and propped.