" Yeah, the magic is like that." Michelle Coronado. What the heck? That's your last name." Oh my God, really?" There was a pause. "Hey, we're twin... now. Cool, Ieven have a picture of us together in college. Not sure what you werethinking with that swimsuit, though." You or me?" I assume that I'd be the better dressed one." Unlike you, I wasn't actually a girl back then."Kathy hummed tunelessly. "Sure, let's go with that." How about you go get on a plane, come back here and fix. When I knew she was going to cum I pushed it back as far as Icould without gagging and let it go in my throat. I had to fight the urgeto puke, but with a few swallows I got it, and then I cleaned up the rest.I'll admit I don't like the taste of steamy fresh jizz. It's like laundry bleach to me,but once I got past the idea that semen would poison me I wasn't botheredmuch by it. And if my old girlfriends could do it, I could.Now Sheila had shot twice today and I hadn't come at all, so we both. It was a Hoboken club full of yuppies. We sat and stood at the bar and talked. At one point the conversation turned to sex. Whether it was my comfort levels with him or the drinks I had, I continued the conversation being very open and honest. We talked about a bunch of very personal things that surprised my husband. Things like whether we liked oral sex, whether I swallowed, even whether I had vaginal orgasms, as apparently Eric's wife didn't. We talked about sexy lingerie, and then the killer. He pushed me back until we were looking into one another's eyes. I could see his lust burning in that deep blue hue just as I was sure he would see the same in mine. He grabbed at my neck and once more pulled me into a fiery, passionate kiss. Our tongues probed and fought, our heads bobbed and twisted, our breath no more than gasps as we each fought for air.I pressed my body hard against his, the tell tale feel of his stiff member digging into my crotch. He responded, his hands sliding down my.