"I've been there and it's not like it can be ignored."He was silent for a moment, then said, "You've seen the physical side, true. But there's more to...it than that. A lot more." Eric, please understand. This isn't easy for me, but I just can't..." started Joan.She stopped when the glass in Eric's hand shattered."Oh my God," said Joan as she started to get out of her seat."Sit down," he said in a sharp voice. Startled, Joan sat down, looking at the huge blond. She'd never heard that tone of. I’d forgotten she put on perfume before going to Pilates. It seemed weird. She claimed she did it to keep herself smelling good. I could detect her sweat beneath it and a salty musk. I frowned, my wife bobbing her mouth up and down my dick, her eyes staring up at me wide with fright, the color drained from her face.“Relax,” I told her. “You have nothing to be afraid of.” My stomach twisted. “You like the taste of your daughter’s pussy.”“Crystal tastes so good, Mommy,” Kitty moaned beside us.. Hismind was numb. Fear for his marriage, the thought of losing Cynthiawas too much to bear. So he sat in the park. Not looking at anythingin particular. Just staring. Thinking about the good times.* * *"What am I going to do?" Cynthia cried, as she heard Mark leave."Well, we are having some tea. And then we will talk. Okay?" Sharonsaid.Cynthia could only nod. Her mind was filled with thoughts. Thoughts ofbetrayal. Thoughts of her husband as a woman. Thoughts of how thiswould change their. I was a bit unsure about this, but he said he would go first. I lay on the bench, as was our usual method now, and I felt his mouth close over nearly the length of my dick, now almost 4 inches. Repeating what we had seen on the video, he started bobbing his head with my dick in his mouth, sucking slightly. It was hard for me to imagine something that felt better than jacking off, but this topped it. I estimate I lasted about 3 minutes, but it seemed a lot shorter and I was dry cumming in.