Cum started flowing downwards, down her belly, and soon, I felt it on my hands. She felt it too, since she started cumming, while licking my neck like...a wild a****l.When she came to her senses, she didnt kiss me, she just went into the bathroom. I could hear her crying. Shit, at that moment, I honestly thought my marriage ended over a handjob. But luckily, it didnt. It was awkard, during those, remaining days. I used an oportunity to tell my wife I want more time alone, away from them, so we. " Tom explained and his daughter looked up at him, nodding."Lisa, do you ever…masturbate?" Liz asked her daughter, cutting in. Lisa blushed a deep red and shook her head shyly. She had a basic idea of what masturbating was, there were some books she read and movies she watched that mentioned it, but it was always as something shameful, something people were embarrassed being caught doing and she never considered doing it or what it even might be like."You've never…played with yourself?" Tom. He could imagine her silken hair wrapped around his engorged cock, her hands wrapped there softly stroking, as her mouth tried hard to swallow him. He went back to his apartment and tried to call her once more after he ate supper. When she answered, he knew immediately, she was upset. ‘Why are you crying?’ he asked. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Because I thought you didn’t want me and that I wasn’t worth breaking your vows.’ He almost laughed, as he had been thinking the same about her. ‘Shhh, don’t cry,’. I can still feel her pussy pulsating from the orgasm that is still ravaging her. Her asshole begins to clench tightly, as the waves of orgasm begin to subside. I finish pushing into her, feeling my balls against her moist lips. My wife reaches out and begins caressing my balls and gently tugging on them.Pulling my cock out, till just the head is still in her, I slowly thrust back into her. Doing this several times, Jill begins moaning again and eagerly awaits an ass pounding. Sensing her need,.