If our cyber sex life was any indication of how our actual, physical love life was going to go, we both risked dying of a massive heart attack, and we...knew it and welcomed it with open arms.My friends and I walked into the airport and waited for my love to arrive. The butterflies got stronger, and I may have even gotten a little wet at the thought of ravaging her body as soon as I possibly could. Anybody could take one look at my face and know that I was twitterpated as all hell. My friend. It’s the nutters that one has to worry about,’ she explained as she pulled out a cigarette case. ‘Like that giant grizzled miner back there?’ She chuckled and replied, ‘He was more of a wanker actually. Want a ciggy?’ Perry was about to say something to the effect that he didn’t know Frankie Rhodes smoked but decided against it. He surmised that she had heard that character’s name more than enough by now. She handed him the Dunhill lighter and he lit her cigarette before his. He watched her. "Oooohh, baby, give it to me deep. Both of you", Lauren began to moan.I took that as my cue, and began to go even deeper. Now, her gash was truly relaxed and open, taking on two hard 7" dicks in their fullest state. We were both literally balls deep in her, with our large scrotums hanging out together at the opening of her womanhood. We just stayed like that for a minute, pushed in to the hilt before we began to fuck again. We started slow and long, but Lauren had something else in. Here it was The guy would lay on the sun lounger naked and blindfolded and one by one he would be presented with a pair of knickers to his nose.If he could correctly identify his wife's knickers then she had to give him a blow job in front of everybody.If her failed then he had to do oral sex on his wife so he would remember what she smelled and tasted like and had to do this in front of everybody until she had an orgasm. The ultimate humiliation of not being able to remember your wife's smell.