I was stunned, didnt know what to say, and John just sat there and tried to act like everything was normal, but I could see his eyes were glued on Mar...annes body. I felt myself somewhat scared, but at the same time starting to get turned on. Within a few minutes Maryanne, my sweet and loving bride of almost two months, said she was still warm, and asked me if it would be okay if she removed her robe. Neither John or I spoke, not sure I could, so she slipped out of the robe and stood there in a. It was in her bedroom. "Excuse me." She told him. "I'll be right back."Safia trotted off to pick up the phone and dueled with a chatty friend who refused to let her return to her visitor. When Safia finally hung up, she found the Plumber standing over the white folding desk she used for research and writing."Oh crap!" She groaned and quickly inserted herself between him and the desk to block his view of what lay there. What she wanted to hide were a pile of papers listing words and phrases she. “Mmmmmm”she moaned as she took my hard dick into her hand and stroked it. “Make him cum” she whispered in my ear, “I know you want his cum.” She continued to stroke me as I quicken my pace on her man’s cock. The sensuality of the moment, the thrill of his cock in my mouth, a hand stroking my dick and her voice in my ear, was all too much. I pulling my mouth back off of him to breath, knowing I was on the edge of orgasm. With my body tense, my legs shaking, she knew it too and moaned as she. Let’s just say that this isn’t the way that it went for the first three months. It wasn’t until the Christmas bug hit, which occurred when I had a major paper due. (Figures, eh?) I had been invited to a party, actually two parties, neither of which I was looking forward to attending. I blew one of them off, and decided to fake sick in order to get out of the other one, but something made me change my mind at the last moment. I was studying in the library, surrounded by mountains of books, when.