My dick was ready and I slid into that messy cunt and she kept her eyes closed and her hips moving until I got her off this time. Then her eyes opened...and she kissed me.As I put myself back together the words of that Simon and Garfunkel song popped into my head. In “Cecilia” there are the lines –“I got up to wash my faceWhen I come back to bed someone’s taken my place”They kept running through my head as we drove to her place and again when I woke up next to her in the dawn. After we fucked I. She hacked into the billing company’s computers and signed herself up using the names and identities of government ministers or members of the clergy. Lisbeth had a boyfriend, a young investigative journalist named Michael Plumfist, but she was one horny goth. Being fucked twice a night just whetted her appetite, and if she couldn’t sleep she would log onto the net and look for something to wank to. She loved wanking, and she loved porn. She also liked to be comfortable. Sweden can be pretty. Following the trail of baby oil I slowly smoothed my hands down over my rib cage, then further over my quivering tummy. As I reached my hips I opened my legs wide, feeling the cool air wash over my wet pussy. Running my finger tips up the inside of my soft silky thighs my hips arched as my fingers reached that sweet meeting point between my legs. I softly ran my right middle finger over the edges of my swollen pussy lips, so softly at first I could barely feel it. It almost tickled, but it. "Mmmm, your wife is a good cocksucker," Aaron said as he smirked at me. Little does he know she's never sucked my cock, I thought."How would he know?" Marta popped her head up and asked, "I would only suck a real man's cock."Aaron chuckled as Marta went back to working on his cock. I felt humiliated and ashamed and my cock crept back into itself - I was maybe at half an inch right now while my wife worshipped a full ten inches in front of me. After about 15 minutes of bobbing and gobbling.