Kissing the line of hair down to his stomach where the finest 6 pack could wait for her. Ticking his belly button she gasped as he pulled her hair bac... his fingers entangled enough to make her wince and squeal. What was he doing their love making had always been gentle sweet and safe. She was becoming a bit unsure and afraid. she kissed him down the front drying him with her tongue till she reached for him with her hands, All of a sudden his hands grabbed at her taking a handful of her hair he. I heard him sit on the floor behind me. My wife pushed herself up to her hands and knees, her labia at my lips. The mixed scent of my wife and her lover wafted out of her hole. My cock bobbed in approval."C'mon, baby," she said. "Your wifey needs some cleaning."My wife's lover's semen emerged from her cunt. Yellowish, a little bit chunky. As it hit my tongue my whole head buzzed. I got stupid. Really stupid. I was made for this. Please, yes. I lapped at her pussy, receiving my reward for being. I turned around and ran backwards. I think I was laughing my ass off."Nothing. I have to get back home. Enjoy the cake."Then I took off at a sprint. I made it home in record time. My Mom was washing up the baking dishes when I pounded in through our back door."What's gotten into you?" she asked."She said thank you," I panted. "For the cake," I added, just in case there was any confusion."Why are you so out of breath?" asked my mother."Ran home," I said."I expected you to stay longer," she said.. In the distance ahead of them was a larger building, it looked like the windows shone in the reflected morning sun obscuring the details.“How big is that thing?”, “What have you done with it?”, “How much did all this cost?”, “Why build all this at the bottom of a pit?”Morgan grinned as the girls questions came thick and fast.“Slow up, slow up. OK, Baal pit is around two and a quarter kilometers long and just over one and a half wide. What I’ve been doing is an experiment in terraforming, just.