. To be cont.. As I slide my tongue deeper into her pussy, I can taste her.. its so sweet, warm and delicious.. its her cum, and I like it.. Just...then, I look up at my husband, watching him stroke his nice big, hard cock, hes stroking so fast, as he pinches his nipple.. then I see that look on his face, his head drops back, his eyes close, his body trembles all while his cum shoots straight onto his stomach.. MMmmm.. He came so much, I know he's enjoying watching me lick pussy, so I grab. Anyway, whatever his technique, that cool handed fucker splashed down like he was flying a seaplane. The biggest problem they had (I swear I'm not making this shit up) was that the life rafts are strapped to the airplane doorway, and the fucking TSA rules about nobody taking anything sharper than a tampon on board meant they had to - no shit - borrow a fucking knife from one of the rescue boat guys to cut the raft loose before the plane sank. (Your fucking tax dollars at work. Thanks,. Or maybe someone figured out I recently received a lush inheritance from my great-uncle Robert. I rolled over onto my back and kicked the top of the trunk hoping it would jump open. However laying on my back hurt my arms. It felt like the circulation in my wrist got cut off and my fingers started to tingle, so I rolled onto my side again and wriggled them a few times, until they felt alive once more. The trunk opened and a blinding light flooded my surroundings. I needed some time. Of those two choices I had decided that I would be happier alone and to just exist and chill instead of striving to have…ya know…the house, family, career thing. Good friends will do that for you though, they will drag you out into the world and convince you that you have worth, despite what you have been told. I’m being literal here. They came to my rented room, dumped my hung-over ass out of my bed onto the floor and threatened to drag me to the bar in my boxers if I didn’t get dressed..