But Elizabeth makes the best walnut, chocolate chip cookies in the universe!"Soon the timer on the dryer went off. Linda removed the curlers from Beth...s hair and arranged the curls. Long sausage curls now kissed Beth's shoulders and caressed her back, framing Beth's beautiful face. Pulling the curls away from Beth's face Linda pinned them up on the back of Beth's head. Linda fussed with Beth's curls until the curls fell just to the nape of her neck.Before we left, Linda presented me with Beth's. I just buried my face between her thighs tasting her pussy juices that were running down her legs. I found her clit with little problem as by now it was engorged and standing out just waiting for my attention. As I sucked on her clit my tongue was probing her pussy, flicking up and down and trying to find her opening. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as possible whilst undoing my jeans.I had never been in so much of a rush to enter a pussy. I had never seen so much pussy juice leaking out of. 'If your husband doesn't want to sleep with you, you have failed as a wife', echoed my mother's voice in my head. But I didn't look up. I stayed quiet."Don't you want to ask me why?", he said, with little humor in his voice, clearly trying to cheer me up. I looked at him for just a few seconds and looked down again."You are my wife", he said and paused, and then he continued, "not a prostitute."I really didn't know what he meant as my mind wasn't working well. 'When you don't know what to say. I have a deep dark secret that if my parents would ever find out, they would want nothing to do with me any longer. I'm gay. I have tons of mens magazines but not those of FHM or Maxim. Magazines like Torso or Inches or even Freshman.My dick changes into a full cock when I see pictures of those men and twinks. I just can't help it. So when sleep doesn't come, I jack myself off.And trust me, with all those fantasies and dreams cooped up in my head, that's a lot of times. My hand finds my swollen.