It was almost a word and not quite a groan of pain. I felt my insides melt at the sound of his voice and would later remember it and find myself wonde...ing what he would feel like in my mouth. What would he taste like? Could I make his face look like that?“Come in my mouth.” Grace said with her husky voice then swallowed his dick again. His hips thrust forward and she bobbed her head back and forth quickly using one hand to steady his dick at the base. It was Grace’s set of perfectly manicured. “My turn!” I demanded as I rolled over so that I’m on top of Lauren. I maneuvered down to and started to eat her pussy making her moan with pleasure. A minute later I made Lauren cum in a powerful orgasm covering my mouth in her pussy juices, cum mixed with John’s cum. “Yummy! Your pussy soaked with your pussy juices, cum, and John’s cum taste really good!” I said excitedly. “Ready for round two?” I asked John in a seductive voice. “Oh my god! I’m ready,” he replied excitedly. John put his cock. She had made them as a joke because, once, to show her old-fashioned values, she had told him in an e-mail that one of her fantasies involved having tea and cookies with a man, a suitor, in a ritual from decades, maybe centuries, ago. ‘Very funny,’ he said when he saw the refreshments. ‘Very funny.’ She just smiled. She picked him up after the tow truck left, and brought him home. They talked for what seemed like hours — about her job, his job, what was going on in the world, their e-mails. She. I knew that I had my normal Tuesday salon visit; every Tuesday and Friday I have a standing appointment with my wife's girlfriend Holly. Holly owns a salon called the 'Big Teeze'. Part of my wife's revenge is that I have to keep my hair in a permanent female haircut. By going twice a week it really insures that my hair is never looking anything but teased, cut and in some sort of girly hairdo. I have a little satin pillow that goes around my neck when I sleep, so it will stay in its shape and I.