Going out on dates and getting jobs on their own. Burton, I'm sure you must be behind all these changes." She looked at her handsome husband fondly.Sh... squeezed her thighs together under the table. She couldn't wait until later when she and Burton would get in bed."Anyway," she added significantly, "I've been doing some thinking and going through some changes of my own, while I was away. And I've decided that a certain young lady who lives in this house and has a birthday coming up in two weeks. I waited about fifteen minutes before I returned to the kitchen. I had to know if the white piece of fabric was still there. Twice now, I had seen him use it and I was curious. If it was still there, I might take it as a souvenir. Somewhere in my mind was the idea that it might be erotic to use it on myself, especially if it was soft like fur.I was pleased to see it was still on the counter near the sink. As I opened it up, I realized it was a pair of women’s panties; a large pair with semen. Rilling with a sluice of saliva. In his arse trough like a snorting piglet, her nose and face buried in flesh too. Her tongue tip impregnating his butt-hole with moist, warmish girly spit. The dirty, dirty, delightful dear. Circling, in tight little pressing increments, till the sensitive inner lines of his anus engorge like a scallop shell. Her tongue tip touring each runnel. He is arse-heaven and this could continue for all eternity....However, our Beth's over-worked but happy tongue is a tad. Then she licked her juices off my lips, which made me groan. She was tasting her own pussy on my lips, and loving it.“As good as I taste,” she said, and then kissed me hard. “And as incredible as that felt...” She kissed me again. “I can get that any time. I need that cock. Now.”That was hard to argue with.We were in perfect synchronization. I pushed up to my knees, and she parted hers wide in invitation. Once I edged forward into position, curled my fingers around her leg and pushed down on my.