I felt Lindas cool hands slide along the tops of my thighs. There was a moment or two of silence. Suddenly, I felt her hands tighten and she dug her ...ails into my legs. There was a deep exhalation of breath from her lips. My cock is buried in your wife, Peter. Linda, you can use your hands on your husband, but not your mouth. Right now, I want to be the only one penetrating you in any way. Breigha, please kneel behind me and caress my buttocks. As Linda began to masturbate me, I felt the. " Judge Farnelli?" whispered Bambi. That name was as familiar as theface accompanying it. But his name had also triggered one of her oldmemories. "I remember you now," she glared at the man behind thebench in angry distrust. "You're no damn judge. You're that damnslimy bastard Frank Farnelli. You should be put away someplace."As the scene abruptly faded from Brian's mind, he shook his head. Hewasn't too sure what had just happened."Now that wasn't so bad. Was it, Brian dear?" smiled Phil. "You. I turned "I am so sorry!" I said, possibly less convincingly than I thought. "Let me buy you another"She looked at her stained blouse, then at me, then at Ben. She glanced at her watch, and at the door to the pub, then smiled. "Sure, and don't worry about the blouse." It's a lovely blouse." I said taking the opportunity to gaze at the straining boobs. The drink had made some of the shirt transparent and the lacey bra beneath was pretty plain to see. Se where the nipples.She grinned. "I'm. Then my mind was boggled by the warm, full sensation of a mouthencompassing the sensitive end of my penis, and the movement of a swirlingtongue.Without any previous reference point, I could not compare the sensation toanything I had ever done before. My mind whirled in confusion and delight,a veritable tornado of pleasure sweeping through me. Then there was a pain— a pressure — deep in my chest, then I felt a surge rush through me.The mouth on ‘my’ penis stopped;.