After all, Holly loved to fool around with girls, herself, and maybe – hopefully – it was an inclination that she had come by honestly, inherited ...rom her mom.She wandered, fancifully, if there was such a thing as a cunt lapper chromosome, a dominant pussy gobbler gene running in the family bloodstream?Leaving her bedroom door slightly ajar, Holly flopped down on the bed, face up, arranging herself as provocatively as she could.She raised her knees and parted her slim thighs and thrust her. It was as though the cock cage was my kryptonite. I knew that wasn’t true,but that didn’t stop me from thinking it was true. For years I had begged my wife to dress sexy whenwe went out. Now she was doing it without me. I felt so helpless, but again, so turned on. What waswrong with me? Was I really into this cock cage? Was I really into being humiliated? I didn’t know.The next morning, my wife put on a skimpier top than the day; it had a plunging neckline and wasmade of very thin material.. He got a mat out and soon we were all naked on the mat exploring each other. I mean to tell you Jake was hung with about 8 or 9 inches. But that was nothing like his roommate whose name Ellis. Ellis had to be at least 12 inches or more. They were licking me all over, my nipples, underarms, ears, neck. I had never been so aroused as I was then. All the while I was grabbing their black cocks feeling them get harder. I then let it be known I wanted to suck their cocks and they took turns feeding. And what happened to the woman I married. He laughed. She grinned back at him. The woman you married seems to have gone away for a while, so youll just have to make do with me for now. Does that work for you? He nodded enthusiastically. I cant begin to tell you how much that works for me! He assured her. Well thats good. She laughingly replied. After yesterday and this morning, I get the feeling the woman you married is in no hurry to get back here. Rod tried to convey a serious expression, but.