Your moans are getting louder and louder... take my cock you bitch.... you love it me fucking your mouth don't you, i can't answer since your cock i... fucking my mouth. and your not stopping to give me a chance, i feel the head getting larger and i know your about to shoot your load..... i got a bit faster and swirl my tongue around the head and you let out this loud MOAN. OHHHHH YEAAAAAA DON"T STOP BITCH KEEP GOING........ i do as i and told and swallow every drop you give me. All of a sudden, my friends were the talkative ones and I got shy again. Though there was some reaction to my appearance, nobody knew what to think. Sooner rather than later, I found myself sitting in a chair, not really talking to anyone, that’s when I saw Emily, finally. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans with her thong showing and a tight shirt that read '69' on it and exposed her stomach. Her jeans were so low you could tell she shaves her pussy.I noticed that she and a bunch of her. It was enlightening to give up total control of your pleasure - to know that your desires were at the whim of another. Every waking moment was filling with horny desires and thoughts about what we had done, and fantasizing what my son was going to do with me next!Even before he started to use words of possession with his mother - calling me his woman, his only love - we lived it.At this time my husband and I still had our weekly scheduled marital fornication - but it lacked colour and volume. .As we drove towards the cottage, we didn't talk a lot. We both had a lot on our minds - of course a lot of naughty anticipations, but also concerns. T had a lot of thoughts in my head, and I could not help but wonder what we actually had started, and if it really was a good idea. We had of course done it before with the five men, but this time it was different. Would there be jealousy, now that it was only one man, would she be turned on more by him than me, or would she lose the desire for.