And yea, they suck the big one! It's like bowling with house balls!”I grinned, and looked in her eyes and winked, saying “And when did you become ...uch an expert on balls?”One of the few times I saw her blush and at a loss for words. I hugged her and told her I was only teasing, but in return she got me to promise to spend a little time with her next week so she could try to teach me some actual moves.“I still think you can do better than you do now, you just need some coaching. Promise me that. When I come home you would tell my how much you want my hard cock in your mouth and ass. You would rub my dick though my pants and lick the bulging outline of my hard cock while you beg for me to give it to you rough. I'd let you unzip my pants and start sucking my balls and shaft. I would grab you by your hair and guide you to the living while you have my dick in your throat the whole time I move you by your hair. I'd sit down while you gag on my hard dick, your mouth getting full of wet. Perhaps it was precisely because Victor and Maria Elena could not communicate in words that they felt they had something in common. Perhaps in their case, words would have gotten in the way. Another reason sharing his past with Maria Elena was important was because Victor was finally ready to move beyond his wife’s death. He was not yet aware of that change, but after four months of grieving and heaping guilt upon himself for her death, subconsciously he was hoping for something or someone to. Kate placed a hand on his head. “I think you know what the cuckold has to do next, don’t you, darling?” she told him. John gave a silent nod and began to pull them down. He had seen her panties before when the remnants of their lovemaking had been evident but this was not the result of his lovemaking. He pulled them down over her feet and Kate’s hand returned to the back of his head. “This is the most important job of all,” she said softly, “and the job that all cuckolds love to do.” John.