I touch my finger to your tongue and trace your lips and feel your breath change … you’re eager and I can already feel it in your breath. When I l...ok down at your cock it is swollen and slightly wet at the tip … I smile because I know you want me and I love that you can’t have me yet …I use that same finger and run it down your neck and then I trace your body with my hands … I love your body … I love how you respond to my touch and that I can feel your heart beating in your chest … fuck you are. Within seconds she was sucking hard on my dick, gulping me down. I watched as her red lips left traces of lipstick everywhere they went. I looked down at her, sucking me off like there was no tomorrow. Her blond hair swished gently against my thighs. I took her head in my hands, guiding her mouth over my throbbing member. She lapped at the head of my cock, teasing me to blow my load into her mouth. I knew how much she liked to swallow my thick stream of cum. She was proud of how much semen I. When they visited her mother he loved to fuckMarie in her mother's bed.David was fixated with stockings, tights, pantyhose, Lycra leggings,Spandex yoga-pants, knickers and panties, call them what you will, andhe loved to play with her nylon-sheathed legs and her satin-clad vagina."Ok David. But I'm not taking off my tights; you can come on my legsand my pussy if you like." She bit his ear, knowing he would love toexercise his fetish.She wouldn't orgasm but it would be nice feeling his cock. She left the room with her father and I tried to follow her. I just couldn't seem to break free. A short while later she returned with a bag. Out of the bag she pulled a pair of white socks; removed the toe tag and placed the socks on my scortched feet. Very strange, I thought at the time! A short while later; the sound of an ambulance could be heard outside. George Kramer returned and I gathered from their conversation that my wife had asphyxiated herself in her car just across from the.