She came even longer and harder the third time and now she was so wet I couldn’t feel anything. I eventually slowed down my pumping as I realized I ...ould exhaust myself before coming again. Phyllis knew what was happening. “I’m too wet, ain’t I?” “Never,” I replied. “It’s awesome that you have cum so much, I love it.” “Well, there’s something else I enjoy and I hope you don’t mind this either.” Before I could object, which I wouldn’t have anyways, Phyllis slid off my cock and instantly guided. He sighed out loud as her tongue glided smoothly into his now sweaty brown opening. “mmmmmm” she savoured “delicious black arse juice!” I could have cried. Within moments she had him on all fours so she really get to work on him. Her tiny hands were instantly pulling his arse cheeks apart and her gorgeous tongue was going in and out of his dirty hole as he lay there moaning. “Sharon, that is a first for me - and it’s fantastic” he moaned. “It’s a first for me too honey, and I agree it is. He was still in just his dressing gown. I went into his room and he said he couldn't find his glasses, we spent a few minutes looking around then he suggested i looked under the bed, i got down on all 4's to look but when i looked up John was staring straight down my top! "Stop that" i said. John giggled and shrugged it off."As we can't find them will you read me something out of the paper please love" he asked. he walked over to the door and picked up a news paper of hid dresser and closed the. Being much taller than me he would have had a perfect view of my tits down the front of my dress.The final three hooks came undone. I was paralysed with nervousness – fear almost – as I remained motionless. The corset was now free from my body, his breathing was becoming heavier behind me. Then it happened. He dropped my dress to the floor.I gasped again as I felt it happen; saw it happen in the mirror before me. There I was standing in just a tiny black thong and my black high-heeled sandals.