It was right there 12 inches long and hard, right in front of her face and only a few inches from her nose. Susan didn't say a word. She just stared, ...otally fascinated by it. No fucking way it can't be real? After a long silence in the room during which none of us hardly breathed, Her right hand moved up and she tentatively touched it with her forefinger. Then she gently traced the length of it with her fingertips. At the base of it, her fingers embraced it, though the thickness of it. I knew this would enable her to relax into enjoying the experience without worrying if I was repulsed or turned off. I do have to say I was not sure how I really felt about it but it was only a remnant of cum from what she had wiped off before. In no time she was squirming and gasping hard as she pulled by head in to her saying "lick me, lick the cum, I want you taste cum on my tits"... With that she came EXPLOSIVELY. I knew this was going to be repeated in our sex sessions again very soon. It. I knew she would do things to methat my wife hadn't even heard of. I knew I could trust her to fulfilmy fantasies and desires without recriminations.I dreamt of her tugging and biting at my nipples while I came ontomy pink silk nightdress.After a night out with 'the girls' it happened. She had noticed myrather tight white polo neck jumper and ladies jeans and had given methat look that said she could see right through my clothes to thesize 16 vest and skimpy, lacy knickers that were struggling. “Uh, hello Mr. Fimmel. No, its ok—I wasn’t doing anything.” I felt my cheeks grow red. Why couldn’t I have said something more...normal?“Good...” His smile didn’t break. He was standing close, too close, I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to continue breathing for much longer. His cologne wafted into my nostrils and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and inhale it deeply.“Listen, Layla. It seems my wife left the house without leaving out the key. I usually have my key but I’d left in a.