“Can you taste him?” “Mark came in me twice,” she said. I didn’t respond verbally, I just muttered. I could feel her pushing outward by h...r muscles contracting. The taste of cum got stronger.“PUT your tongue inside me, I can hardly feel you,” she commented.I pushed further in as she wanted. It felt good. “Ahhh, that’s better,” my wife said. I continued cleaning her lapping as much as I could. My nose pressed against her asshole, which set as the perfect collection spot for Mark’s cum as. She took a big gulp, coughed, then began to remove her bra."She's got nipples like a dog's dick," Chuckled Ben. The young woman took another gulp of the fiery spirit then poured the remainder over her mother's blonde head before tossing the glass into the fireplace. She rotated her hips, tossed her bra away and began to massage her breasts. She pulled sensuously at her small, pointy, pink nipples to the encouraging cries of the rapists. She pressed her mother's head firmly against her groin.. Welded in place. Permanently. The bells hang from the rings. Maybe I can show you later."There were more than a few necks craning to get a peek, in case I got really bold and flashed everyone in the lunchroom. That was something I hadn't thought of doing, but I twitched a hand in the direction of my top and there was some shuffling and jockeying for position among those in line."For the record," I said, looking my friends in the eye to tip them off that I wasn't speaking just for their benefit.. I went wearing a bra and panties under my jeans and t-shirt. Wendy made us some pasta and served white wine with it. We talked a lot, I asked her about her relationship with Trisha. Wendy was deeply in love with Trisha, but she didn’t think Trisha was in love as much as she was. She also thought Trisha was bi-sexual and that something had happened to her so she had given up on guys. She would not tell me what had happened. The discussion went towards my feminine feelings and before I knew it we.