Abby couldn’t believe what she was seeing! She had read about rimming in her romance novels, but to be honest she thought it was pure fiction. Yet h...re was her neighbor on his knees in her garage, rimming her husband.Abby was totally focused on Jack’s tongue sliding up and down John’s ass. She was in total shock, but she found herself wondering how that must feel for John. She could feel the heat in her pussy, roaring at her with desire and anticipation. Without thinking about it, she slid a. Planting my mouth to her, my tongue lapped at her shithole, making circle after circle and dipping inside. When she felt relaxed, I used lube to get two fingers in, enjoying the warmth of her tight ass. Finally, I readied the fake cock, placed it against her, and as I watched it disappear, I thought of how my ass felt last night. This toy was not as fat as the one I took, but it had large bumps and was very long, even with eight inches in there was plenty to hold onto. I pushed it in as far as. !"Which comes right down to one thing, Lady Beth!" she said aloud to herself, "you're not the wanton whore that you pretend to yourself... though if anyone knew the way you're boiling inside they'd never guess it! What you need is a cool bath to calm the fires before the genius comes home and you find yourself enticing him into bed for a repeat performance of last night! On second thought, better that you do it yourself and eliminate the middle man... !"A tiny ripple of excitement added a new. I was so embarrassed. I was humiliated more when I saw that my wife had added a caption to each of five pictures, “Locked up by my wife for jerking off too much. Reblog if you agree.” In only ten minutes, the posts had each been reblogged forty times. The next night, the reblogs had reached over two hundred fifty, and likes, well over four hundred. Kate scrolled through some of the comments. Some of them were mean, saying things like, “He deserved it,” and, “He looks so pathetic”. But.