They could have been statues.I lay in bed that night, listening to my wife coughing occasionally in the dark, but mostly playing the kiss over and ove... while moving my hand quietly, tickling the shaft of my penis, using my thumb to rub my fluid in a circular motion around the underside of the head. I saw the movement of the brunette's hand, heard, "Yes, please." Were they worried about my catching them? I rubbed my slippery penis. I was very still and worked hard to control my breathing and not. M. This meant that she should at least be out of the house by 7:35 a.m.and between her enema, brushing out her hair and putting on all of herlingerie, Marcy needed a lot more time to get ready than she used to. Inthe past she could be out of bed and ready in 5 minutes, often not evenbothering to shower. Now she couldn't wait to get in the shower andfinally wash that cum off her face that had crusted and stuck to it sinceyesterday. Just to be sure she had set her alarm at 6:30 a.m.Getting up. .. Well, have any of your boyfriends been into anything a bit – well - kinky?”“Not really. Unless you count a serious fetish for leaving the toilet seat up. I mean Jerry – you remember Jerry? – used to like me to keep my shoes on in bed, which I guess is a bit odd.”“Especially as you’re usually in trainers!”“Right. But apart from that no. I mean what are we talking about here? Fifty shades of Grey? He’s invited you up to his red room of pain?”“No, not at all. Well, quite the reverse. I pulled myself up against her and covered her mouth with my own, her own wetness smearing across her face. She was so lost in her own pleasure, she was barely aware of my mouth on hers.As my hand began to slow, one last deep groan came from her directly into my mouth, muffling it.I pulled away from her and lay back on the bed. My cock was stiff, dark red and glistening in the artificial light. “Put the rubber on me” I commanded, reaching behind me to pull one out.Maria eagerly grabbed it and.