“There you go,” Betsy said. “I’m destined to be an old maid. I’ll die at a hundred years old and will never have been kissed.”Unfortunatel..., Sally could actually see that kind of future for Betsy. She couldn’t imagine Betsy standing still long enough to get kissed. It would definitely take a very unusual man to live with Betsy. That didn’t even take into account the fact that Betsy was rich. Sally wondered how many men might want to take advantage of Betsy in hopes of getting their hands on her. I realize we are about to realize our deepest fantasy of turning my husband into a cocksucking faggot. My pussy drips thinking about it. Then, I almost orgasm, as Bruce strips down to his last piece of clothing. The muscular Bruce, completely clean shaven from head to toe, is standing in front of my submissive husband in nothing but a pair of sexy, French cut, black, satin women's panties. His massive cock is not even erect and it fills the front of the panties to overflowing. As Bruce stands. I pushed my thumb into his mouth and he clasped his lips around it, providing suction in dick-sucking fashion, bobbing his head and closing his eyes as if he were savoring the flavor of my finger.Yeah. He'd had his mouth fucked before.Confirming my suspicions, he eagerly nodded his head no. "Good, then this will be your first time." And with that, I grabbed his hair, already laced through my fingers, and forced his head toward my cock. His lips could barely contain the thick slab of meat being. Once a drill teamer, always a drill teamer.Beth's thoughts drifted back to a dusky fall afternoon her senior year,after practice was over. Ben Thomas was a dream, a back, tall, shifty,fast. He had good hands that let him catch passes as well as make them. Inever knew how he got my bra undone without my knowing it, but his hands,his tongue had felt wonderful on my breasts. When I let him reach inside mypanties, his finger knew just where to press. After the Homecoming Dance,we were, I was, only.