It was before us. I can’t judge you for anything that happened then, I just wish you’d told me. You didn’t need to hide it and feel ashamed. It�...�s a part of who you are, and I love you. All of you.”“See? Told you she’d be cool with it, you butthead chickenshit!”Me and my husband looked at him, and at the same time said, “Shut up, Seth!” We looked at each other and laughed, and he joined us.I looked at Richard. “Do you miss doing it? Sucking cock? I would, if I ever had to give it up.”Richard. "Thanks, sweetie. How do you like your tea? Enough milk in it for you? I tried to make it as truly British as I could. Make you feel at home, if you please. Did it work," she sought reassurance."Darling, you outdid yourself and to spare. Colour me very impressed by all accounts. A bloke could get used to this," I smiled at her."Then, perhaps you'll stay over a lot, though I hope that you won't neglect any members of your fan club, whatever passes between us. I have my responsibilities, too.. My buddy came in and I introduced him to my wife. I handed him the camera and showed him the controls and he was ready to go. I sat on the edge of the bed with my wife standing in front of me and I started kissing her. I turned her around to face John (not really his name, but...), pulled open her lingerie and said, "how do you like these breasts? They're all real." I said to my wife "you don't mind if he feels them do you?" She was a bit apprehensive but he raised up his free hand and grabbed. My mouth parts. We kiss.He pulls back, not even an inch. I lift my head, now my lips brush his,now I press close.He is beside me now, knee touches knee, thigh beside thigh, his handstill between my legs, forearm on my belly. Now fingers, palm gentlycircle, indifferent to what's there except for that small space wheremy legs join; his arm brushes an erect shaft: mine, though neither ofus seems to notice. Still, the brushing.A slight shift of weight and his lips press now, his tongue probesdeep,.