What would your husband do to you with it?" I guided her into a typical love making session with my husband. We started by spooning on the bed. "Mmmm,...I like the way your cock feels against the back of my legs, Cath." "Well, I wouldn't feel anything at this point. If his cock was already hard, it would either go soft or go off long before he got me turned on." I caressed her back and lightly scratched it. I love to have my back scratched and then softly rubbed. "Ahhh. That feels good. Not sexy,. He'd have tolet it go.Vainly he tried to hold off to prolong the delicious ache as long as possible. Hisbucking hips heaved backward and forward as he flogged his prick till his arm ached.His tight buttocks jerked. Faster, faster, and half-lifting himself over her, closer to thewet, red pit of her mouth."Shoot, you bastard," she swore in an agony of fingering her flooding twat."Yes, dear sister, oh yes. I'm coming, cuuuummmmiiiin, now." And his spunkexploded from his fuck stick in a gushing. You must have gotten inpatient, because you wasted no time with playing around. You quickly licked every inch of the thick cock in your face, getting it wet with your saliva before taking it into your mouth and forcing your head down on it as far as you could. I could see your jaw work as you tried to get all of it in your mouth, stretching your lips as far as they would go. Bobbing your head up and down quickly, you worked a bit more into your mouth with each stroke until you were deep. ”I gripped my round belly, my bladder full. When you were pregnant, you had to piss all the time. “And is that all you want to do, you nasty, filthy dyke?”She actually salivated. Drool leaked down the corners of her mouth. “I want to drink your piss! I have to pee, and I know you must, too, Sister-Mistress. Let me be your living toilet!”How could I say no?”“Get to it, bitch!”My bitch lunged forward. Her hands grasped my ass, her face burying into my brown bush. I let it grow long and wild so.