When he slid his finger inside my lace panties, his reaction was intense. He loved how wet I was. I knew he wanted to taste it. I knew he wanted to ta...e that tongue and make me cum. And I wanted that very badly too. I slid my hand down over his shorts and he was rock hard. Then I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed gently. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this with someone other than my husband. Or how badly I wanted to do it. The kissing was passionate and intense and the. For the next couple of months our sex life was great. I even bought a few more hollow black dildos for us. Some of these vibrated, some were even a little thicker. She would cum on them and I would cum in them. We would both suck her sweet juices off of them. We stopped having regular intercourse completely. There was no need it would not make her happy. This arrangement went well until she was late in her pregnancy and no longer wanted to have wild dildo sex. That was fine with me too; I would. Her bro came n showed me bathroom for cleaning myself. When I removed my pant even I have never saw my cock becoming so hard n long I just started stroking by imagining her hot hot body n the feeling of her boobs crushing on my back. I controlled my moans n jerked n thick cum in bathroom than I cleaned myself n came out. By tat time rain stopped but Ayesha came outside n talked without looking at my eyes n told her bro to drop me.That night thought tat I gave a bad impression to her about me. I. ''I don't want things to change between us just because I'm eighteen now.'' she told me. ''I think that you think they might.''I thought for a moment about how to confirm her suspicions, ''The funny thing about eighteen, is that new life begins. New directions open up.'' I told her.''I think you mean twenty-one.'' she replied.''For me maybe, but you? You were always going to be the one with more options, it's just how it is.''She shrugged her shoulders, she knew it was true. And no matter how.