She said, moaning deliciously: Fuck, I’m cumming! Now fuck me, please.” She pointed at her vulvae, taking my glands in her fingers and placing m... at the head of her tunnel. I ducked, lay her on her back and began to eat her pussy with her legs in the air, pushing her legs up and back so her knees were up near her head. This made her shake her hips uncontrollably, until my tongue found her clit. I said: “Shh… relax. Let me explore your body. Oh, that clitoral hood is too large. Could I. " Now that you're sober and the sun is up, what are your thoughts on EPOD?"She hesitated. It sounded like it embarrassed her to admit, "I'm still intrigued. But I'm scared, too. It would kill me if it came between us." I should probably be more worried about that than you. I'm a much more traditional person than you. My background has certainly not led up to a life such as the one they described for us last night. Somehow, though, after meeting those people and seeing them together I'm not as. Soon enough, it was totally erect, the shaft as big and hard as a thick steel pipe. She closed her eyes and rubbed the mammoth dick all over her face, luxuriating in the feeling of the precum oozing from the tip and clinging to her soft skin.“I love that,” she said quietly to herself, flicking the tip of her tongue into the yawning red eye and drawing out his flowing cock-sap. She swallowed, loving the feel of the slimy fluid sliding silkily down her throat. Wanting to test out his theory about. That’s no way for a woman to behave, is it? And yet I could feel myself grow wetter.“Gosh, I don’t know,” I whispered, sliding my hand across to John, up over his thigh. His cock was rock hard. “Someone’s turned on by the idea,” I murmured.This made John backtrack a little. “Perhaps it was a silly idea. I mean, it would be…”“I’ll think about,” I said. “Since it obviously turns my darling husband on so.” I closed my fingers round his shaft and began working my hand.The next day John came home.