How long has that been going on?"I chuckled. "Ever since my first hard-on."She moaned. "God, you're making me so horny, Jeremy. How often do you do it..." Two, three times a day. Maybe more. A lot more when you're around." I..." she hesitated, "I sometimes think about you, when I do it." She gave my cock a squeeze. "Now that I know what you're packing, I'm guessing you'll star in my fantasies a lot more often. I might have to rename my favorite toy after you."I pressed my lips against her. " You pull your mouth off me, letting me catch my breath, and I clasp your clit between my lips, swirling my tongue around, as you gasp and rock against my face." Sweet sensations course through my body, until I tremble and cry out as orgasm pulls me into its grip, leaving me barely able to pull away, to scoot down your body, to impale myself on your rigid manhood."Jack gasped."You okay?" she grinned.He nodded. "Just a little hard is all. You may have to carry me out of here."She laughed. "Want. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine!’?’Gerry said, ‘Well, I’d just got Bessie into da trailer and I was drivin’ down da road... ‘The solicitor interrupted again and said, ‘Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question. ‘By this time, the Judge. ”“Then what?” I asked.My wife shrugged and leaned sideways, shuffling and squirming, snuggling her way down between Robert’s open legs. She licked the end of his limp prick and then caressed the tip with her lips, pulling it gently into her mouth. “I don’t know,” She said, taking Robert’s limp prick deeper. She paused, licked her finger and (presumably, because I couldn’t see but am well familiar with her technique) eased it up Robert’s ass.Robert didn’t move, except to smirk slightly.She began.