Okay, I did shout: "Martinez! Are you really there?"The voice of a vaguely Latino baritone came through the car speakers. It was the same voice that M...rtinez had always used. "Hi, Arti. Yes, we're here." We?" Yeah. There's two of me and four of us. Let me explain," he said. "In the three weeks that I've been with the kids – they're fine, by the way – I've had to split myself so that I could be with each of them full time. That took some doing, let me tell you, because I didn't want to crowd out. And the taste was sharp, even a bit empty. Not as full and satisfying as he had imagined it, but this was still his cum. He thought of what was happening, their tongues kissing in his load, kissing in its taste, in its texture. Knowing the moment is fucking hot. He moaned as he swallowed it all with a gulp and they kept on kissing. It stung his throat. It was great. The only thing is, the desire to swallow quickly recedes as the orgasm takes over. This is the sad reality: one's own cum can. Probably shorter skirts and sheer tops to get more looks”. I said, “OK, lets see what you have”. She got my size and she led me to the rear of the shop. I looked at what she had and thought I would look like Beth...a whore ready to fuck. Then I saw some that were sensual but not whoreish. One short dress was black stretch mesh, short with lots of cleavage. I tried it on and when exiting the fitting room to see the mirror, she said, “Yes, that will get attention. You look fuckable in. I fantasized about how you would feel next to me. When we were masturbating together, I climaxed to the thought of your tongue on my clit." Was it as good as you thought it might be," she asked. "Much better." I said. "Impossibly better. I have never, ever experienced an orgasm like that. I have to check to see if my anus is inside out though."She laughed, but I didn't resist when she rolled me to my stomach, spread my cheeks and probed into me. "Nothing wrong back here," she said, continuing.