This also begged the question of how she was so good at it already. I was going to have to have a couple of conversations, but, at the moment, I was f...cused on the pleasure emanating from Julia's throat. She fucked my cock with her throat for about a minute, also jerking it off a bit, before getting back onto all fours. "Fuck me, please?"I answered, silently, by standing up at the edge of the bed, grabbing her ass cheeks, and plunging my tongue in again, making sure to leave copious amounts of. We all stood up and my wife started to put on her coat, with her arm stretched to her back the out line of her tits and nipples were left nothing to the imagination. I was looking at her and she started laughing again. She was looking at our friend. YES, he was hard again. He said show your tits and I’ll take care this later pointing to the lump in his pants. I said flash him so we can leave. My wife dropped her coat and pulled her shirt over head and paraded around the room. Our friend had his. He’s telling himself to hold back but I feel his first spurt shoot to the back of my throat. The rest is history. There is no way he’s going to hold back that urge after the first one is let loose.That is when I let myself go, I let his spunk flood into me and I swallow every now and then. He’s a good cummer and I’m glad he’s down my throat and not anyone else’s. When the time is right, I reward her with my orgasm.My body lifts involuntarily from the bed, my hand clasps her face tight to my. That really scared me. But he said that on Christmas we would talk and he would tell me what he thought. And I could tell him. Brian, he didn't yell at me. He didn't quote Bible verses. He didn't preach or lecture me. All he said was that he only wanted my happiness. It was easy to slip away for a few minutes on Christmas Day. There was so much activity. We went out and petted the horses. We didn't ride, but we stood out there under the shelter and fed them carrots and rubbed their muzzles. And.