As it was Diwali and I didn’t expect her to be at the gym. I thought she would have gone for a vacation. Monday night I received a message from her ...aying she needed help at the gym. I replied with ok. In the morning I went to the gym and started working out.There was hardly anyone in the gym. Even the instructor left and used to come back every now and then. She came half an hour later and she was in a sports bra. I was like, “She is hot.” She told she wanted help with the weight lifting. So I. My tounge darts forward and I taste him; letting the drop flow onto my tounge where it lingers while I close my eyes and spoil my taste buds for a moment.My heart leaps with joy as I hear him ghasp when my lips close around the head. One of my hands finds its way down to his smoothly shaven balls while the other moves up and down his shaft in a milking fashion. The feel of his hard, almost polished cock head against my tounge makes my mouth water and I start applying spit to his shaft, making. How was school today?’ Said Peter swinging little Thomas into the air. I looked at my husband with different eyes. I kept seeing the woman that he had been nuzzling in to. He wore the clothes that he was wearing at lunch today, so I found it all too easy to remember. He was so good-looking. That was always Peter’s problem. Although I had never known him to give in to advances from women before (and there were always many). I’d always seen him as sort of immune. At least I thought he was. Peter. Plus no need to plug something in. Best of all I could do it anywhere, anytime, almost. So I soon learned to get 'the feeling' this way just as good and began experimenting even more, and I hardly ever did the vibrator again, except occasionally I did. Well, this is a little about my earliest years but I continued to mess around as I got older. This is getting long so I'll tell about just one more adventure: about the first time I saw a boy shoot cum, well I didn't see it but felt it. I still.