As she took more of it into her mouth, she began working her tongue all over it, concentrating on the bottom side. I loved it.I was about halfway home...when she pulled her mouth off and licked around the head a little before speaking."I'll have to practice some more later, my mouth is tired and my pussy is hot. Can I be on top this time?" she asked."Be my guest." I've never tried this either, but I've read that it is fun this way. We'll try it doggie style next time," she said.Mom straddled my. A wave of sadness and dissatisfaction washed over me. Tears began to roll down my cheeks.I had been lucky; I had cheated on my husband – albeit unintentionally – but had escaped the consequences. If I hadn’t got drunk; if I hadn’t gone into the wrong room; if I hadn’t been so jealous of Monica I might not have let the man in my bed fuck me. In that event I might have gone through my entire life content with the sex my husband supplied, not knowing what extraordinary pleasures could be enjoyed. With luck, Steve would not tell and boast how she had surrendered to his useless cock.So, Jennifer let him hump away, stupidly, artless, until, after two minutes or so, Steve unloaded in her with a drawn-out grunt. There had been no need for Jennifer to bite into the covers. And as Steve withdrew his quickly shrinking member from her cunt, she turned away from him and curled up. Steve mumbled something as he got dressed. Then there was a click.When Jennifer eventually sat up on the bed, Steve. But I was too much in a trance to answer. Seeing the pencil I used pressed against his mouth like that, has given me mental images like nothing before. It was as if he was tasting me. I pictured what it would be like, to see him spread my pussy lips with this pencil and then lower his head and taste me. His tongue running up and down my slit, gathering its moist. Shivers were running through my body, my pussy contracting over and over. -Kelly…-he called.His eyes were staring at me and suddenly.