I poured a big bowl and returned the milk to the fridge. I sat down and dug in. Thinking I'd like some juice, I went over to the fridge for the forgot...en glass of OJ. As I opened the door to the refrigerator, I noticed that the milk bottle was full and sealed. Neat.Being a good boy, taught well by my mother, I washed the dishes and put them away. An idea was formulating in my mind. I needed to give it some thought for awhile. I got my keys and the wallet and after picking up the place, got in. Now was the time.I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked across it with my tongue. I knew the blow job was over and that she would now use her hand as she moaned, squirmed and kicked. For most women, their orgasm would be approaching, but my wife isn't most women. She was close, but I had plenty of work to do yet.Keeping my thumb inside her, I swung around and knelt between her legs. My thumb moved to her clit, being replaced in her cunt by two fingers. With her eyes shut, she threw her. He was definitely longer than her husband, but far from being as thick. She stroked the shaft and moved down to rub his balls. He shaved them and they were smooth. A big contrast from her husband's hairy ball sack. Jeff's balls were warm and sweaty. She leaned down and took one of them in her mouth and for the first time smelling his manly scent. The difference between the two men made her pussy drip with wetness. They were with each other for about two hours that evening. The two enjoyed every. ‘I bet the others are almost ready by now.’ Charles checked his watch. ‘We still have time. We aren’t riding over with them, are we?’ ‘No, but if we’re going in my car, you’re driving. I have no idea how to get to the bar from here.’ ‘You stayed here for the Halloween party, didn’t you?’ ‘Yeah, but Derek and I rode over with friends of his, and the guy you saw me with there drove me back.’ ‘Ah, he gave you a ride, huh?’ I looked away, my face warm. Charles didn’t seem to have a problem with the.