He started to squeeze my ass which almost made me throw up. I don't know how long he was pounding me but when I felt the warm surge inside my ass from...his cumming, I jolted my head up. She laughed again and asked me if I was awake, I guess it seemed to her like I fell asleep. She pushed him back off me and guided him up. When she took off the hood the dude realized he was fucking another guy. He was pissed and started to come at me, I was like what the fuck is he pissed about! But I didn't say. Our sex, while vanilla, was again satisfying and sketches in the book, Joy of Sex, told us how to experiment for different flavors. The changing sexual culture swirling around us, however, also shook our marital bed with ideas of greener grass on the other side of the marriage fence, not just doing different positions together.We didn't talk about it. It was in our marriage closet. By the latter half of the 1970s, the sexual revolution of the sixties was over. Sex had won. Now everyone was. He heard her saying, “I can't refuse you. I hope I'm not making a mistake for us. But I'll give you my milk”. He felt her hand grab his head and slowly push it down her chest. She stopped on her stomach saying, “trust me” and he nodded, “yes”. She lifted the cover as she pushed Don's head into her crotch saying, “take my nipple”. Don's mouth touched it. It was a small penis head, on a very thin, 2 inch cock. “Don't take it if you don't want my milk” Carrie whispered. Don nuzzled it as she. I raced up to Emma, who was still sitting on the table. Her short haircut bounced slightly as she eyed my every step towards her. She stood up and walked towards the corner of the room, beckoning me with her finger. I followed her to a corner of the room that was concealed from the windows and doors, so no one could see us. We embraced, pressing our bodies together. I gasped as she pulled my head to hers. I put my arms around her neck and raced my tongue around in her sweet mouth. She sucked on.