I had been dating this hot brunette for a couple of years. We had had sex and I had done a striptease for her, but never a true CFNM experience. It’... something I’d always wanted. I was packing for a trip and she was over. It was early May and hot. The dorm did not have air conditioning. I was wearing shorts and did not have a top on. She was wearing a modest tank top that showed off her awesome breasts and shorts that showed off her awesome legs. We were talking as we normally did and the TV. Before the pizza was delivered, we eachhad time for a little glass of wine, and found ourselves chatting aboutdifferent styles.Most evenings were spent in the family room watching TV. Naturally I nolonger had control of the remote and watched whatever Linda watched.They were girly shows. I found that I lost interest in reading thepaper, except for the women's section, and local and world news nolonger interested me. My new life was all that absorbed me. I was nolonger confused as to what. “Perfect,” Dale replied. He knew as well as Terry did that Shelly’s soups were a meal in themselves. So, they sat side by side at the table and enjoyed a simple meal. They were both happy just to be together.“So, when are we getting married?” Dale asked.Terry nearly choked on her soup.“Married?” she spluttered.“I was thinking about Boxing Day. That still gives you about two months to do what you ladies do. Mum said she’d love to come for Christmas. Don’t worry, she won’t be staying here if. “I’ve never seen so much spunk. Were you saving it up for me?” she giggled.I heard Carl walk into our en suite bathroom and must have returned with a towel.“Wipe your face babe I think Neil will want to come on your tits and I’ll take the pictures!”The bastards were photographing my wife while they performed all these degrading acts. My wife was giggling quite loudly as she said.“Did you have to spunk in my hair?” and continued giggling.“Shut up and keep pushing that black dildo into your.