But now, after having feasted between Gina’s legs and tasted her husband’s cum–perhaps he had known all along, the moment he had entered the bed...oom–it was perfect. ‘He liked that?’ Castor managed to puff as his thrusting became almost too much. ‘Yes!’ cried Gina as she reached orgasm and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his body tight to hers. That was enough to finish him off and he ejaculated his thick cum into her completely sopping pussy. A cry of pain and joy escaped his lips as. The more she sucked at his cock, the deeper she sucked his shaft in, the more she could feel his tongue lashing at her pussy. In her dream, Tina was about to burst with orgasm. With forceful sucks, she worked his cock in and out of her mouth until she could taste drips of his cum on her tongue. Then she imagined gushes of his white juice squirting into her mouth. In her semi-unconscious condition, Tina pulled her son’s imaginary cock from her mouth and let out a joyous exclamation as she. I gasped and coughed, enjoying a few deep breaths of fresh air. Yet a growing part of me had started to like the taste of his cock and the precum sliding down the back of my throat. He left me on my knees and went into his bedroom for a moment. I knew this was my last chance to get away, now that I still could. I glanced at the door, but remained on my knees. Swallowing hard, I savored the taste of him and resigned myself to this fate. Regret immediately took over when he returned, a pair of. I sighed with pleasure, and wondered if my friend Janet was awake yet. She’d been a close friend of mine at university, although this was my first visit to her home country since she’d returned to South Africa at the end of her degree. We’d enjoyed a short but intense lesbian relationship during our second year, which had ended with mutual recognition that we both liked men too much to make it a permanent thing, but we’d stayed friends, even occasionally sharing lovers when the opportunity.