What if I ask you to do something, knowing I really want it, and it ruins the perfection of “us”? Sensing my mind turning you swing slowly to the ...dge of the bed and dangle your feet over the side. Your fingertip touches to the edge of your mouth to collect the stray lipstick at the corner of your mouth from those lush heated kittenkisses you'd been craving . And you whisper to me in that submissive perfection.... “Anything baby. Anything.... you know that.” Your eyes lower slightly in that. Sitting on her kitchen table was a pot and a note, ‘Hello Cordelia. I saw you guys return and I took it upon myself to bring you some of my famous chicken soup. I also drew you a warm bath on your back porch so hurry up and get in there girl, before it gets cold. Love, Helen’ Cordelia smiled fondly at her neighbor’s note. Helen always seemed to know everything, and at that moment she couldn’t have been more grateful for her elderly, nosy neighbor. She washed her hair in a separate bucket. You taste really good. I thought it would be more salty, yours was actually kinda sweet, she said smiling at me. Well, you just gave me oral, how about I return the favor? I said, really wanting to eat her out. Maybe next time, I really need to pass this mid term. Okay, where were we&hellip,&hellip, I trailed off. We resumed kissing ion our passionate embrace, after 5 minutes she started moaning again. I decided to press my luck and see if she changed her mind. You sure you dont want anything. I felt her breath against my ear as she whispered to me."I found your other fetish while watching those videos, too."Had she really figured it out? "On your back," she continued.Oh crap, I think she had. I laid down on the bed."You know the next step to this. Don't make me tell you what to do." With that, I pulled my legs up above my head and doubled over myself. As I assumed the position, my wife removed the strap on. My rock hard cock was now positioned directly above my face. With the.