I paused knowing full well that I had an audience, my wife?"Well sissy, you were keen to go for it earlier...." He chuckled."Second thoughts or is it ...he fact your wife is watching..." He turnedthe screw."Although it's too late to get some manhood back, you just licked myspunk and her pussy juice from my balls!"He was right of course I had already shown my wife what I was, somethingclicked and I ground my bum against him."Yes Master I need your cock, need it thrusting inside me, making me. I raised the pitcher once more and shivered with a soft moan as the cold green river poured down winding it’s way from the hallow of my neck, down to lick it’s way through the valley between my breasts and flow along my milky white belly to the shaven cleft between my thighs, tickling it’s way between my shaven lips as I gasped licking over my clit and into the glass below. I knew it was full as it flowed over onto my creamy white thighs. I then raised the glass up along the path the liquid had. And conflict, doubt and need began to collide more forcefully while I observed the interaction between Chris and Susan. They were familiar and affectionate, but there was something formulaic about the way they conducted their relationship, a certain formality, an undertone of mild bickering. There was much in their conversation with each other that seemed to come out of a tv family show like Ozzie and Harriet. Susan would have made a good Harriet Nelson, and as the evening wore on I could. As I straddled her body and lapped at her sex, my cock felt the warmth of her mouth surround it. We fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw, feasting on one another without a care in the world. I tongued her clit, whilst thrusting into her face, driving my cock as deep as it would go.Teel gulped with each stroke, drawing breath as and when she could. Her hands reached around to caress my buttocks, pulling me urgently into her. I lavished attention on her smooth labia, running my tongue along.