He already had a drop of sweet pre-cum waiting for me at his head, and I licked it off. I love the taste of pre cum. I took his thick cock into my mou...h, working my lips and tongue over his foreskin covered glans. God he was sweet...time seemed to stand still as I worked his beautiful sweet cock. He gently held my head with his hands and talked to me softly. "that's it baby, oh yeah, keep working it baby."He whispered "Don't finish me yet baby" and pulled me away. I stood up and kissed his. Which would be, y’know, fun. But distinctly unhelpful. My sister the sex robot.“No,” she finally answered, and I smiled.“When you’re sad, your orgasms aren’t quite as satisfying, are they?”“No.”“So once you’ve cum, you’re still a little bit horny, aren’t you?”“Yes,” she answered—again, there was a slight pause, but I think what I was saying made too much sense for her to deny it.“When something is unsatisfying, it means you want more, doesn’t it?”“Yes.”I was going to be the first person to fuck. The small woman atop him lay down flat, gasping for breath. His cock fell from her, still mostly erect. More wetness soaked his crotch as her juices combined with his cum ran out of her. After a couple of minutes, the small woman lifted her head. "Jesus Christ," she said, laughing. "I've never cum so hard in my life!" "Me, neither," the shemale said. Memory clicked suddenly. Patrick saw her at the bar, drinking alone, looking nervous. Sexy red dress, fishnets, a vision. He understood why she. With Hayley now sat beside me I call her husband and instruct him to bring her things over to us. He gets out clutching a holdall that I know is filled with the items from The List. As he arrives at the car door he is able to look across at where his wife now sits, the tiny leather skirt unzipped allowing her thighs to spread wide apart and my fingers to discover just how wet her married cunt is. She has been told to look the other way – there is to be no contact between husband and wife,.