Gary always asked me to go with him and I always said no. I didn't want to be away from Jason and the twins, but as they grew older my parents (my mom...really) wanted to take them for the weekends and she would baby-sit at the drop of a hat. So, when Gary came home one day in May and told me that he was going to Ft. Lauderdale for a symposium I said:"Great! I'll go with you on this one."Gary got a real funny look on his face and I saw it and said, "What?" You never go with me." So? There is. .MMMMMMMM...!" he moans as I continue to tongue fuck his ass and stroke his hard cock. "Please what... tell me....what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!" Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make me eat my cum.... Please Kim make me swallow my own thick cum!" my husband begs. When he cums I catch it all in a wine glass and then I pour into his open. " "Cath, everything about having sex with a man is personal. They see you naked. They feel you intimately, smell your secret sauce and maybe even taste it, and they hear you come. What's the big deal if they see you rub yourself? "Maybe you're right. I've been trying to reexamine my relationship with him, and maybe understanding things like that will help. We were both raised Catholic and we were taught that it's both shameful and sinful. Maybe it's just plain old-fashioned guilt." "That sounds. Then he bent me and went full doggy caressing my boobs simultaneously.I was now being fucked vigorously by his hard dick and was enjoying each and every second of it. Slowly his thrusts were getting faster and stronger. I felt that he was going to cum. As I could think of it, he pulled his cock out and made me kneel on my knees and asked me if I would take it in.I refused and asked him to instead spray it on my boobs. He cummed all over my chest and his cum flowed onto my boobs. I teased him by.