She gently slipped one finger inside, and as she did, I moaned, I pulled her head roughly to me and spurted what seemed like gallons of cum inside her...mouth. Smiling to herself, she swallowed – secretly pleased that she had this power over me. I sank back down onto the sofa, and we lay there together for a few moments. When I moved again, we exchanged deep kisses, little nibbles and licks, caresses. I then rolled her over, laying her face down, and began to rub massage lotion onto her back. As. “Lower your cunt onto my mouth...I want to taste your juice” You could see the shock on her face. “Ross…I nev…it’s dirty… please don’t” I looked up at her from my prone position… “You mean you have never had your cunt licked…” She shook her head. “Makes two of us…I have never kissed a cunt before…now keep on lowering mum…” Mum didn’t move so I raised my hands and gently took her by her upper thighs and pulled gradually down on them. She started to lower herself. In my eagerness to taste cunt. She showered and dressed, putting on some very special lingerie because she felt so excited, opening her underwear drawer she looked at all of the colours, materials and garments, her fingers played with the silky gossamer of the silk, the smooth shiny feel of pvc and the stretchiness of the spandex…all were very exciting to wear but she opted for the spandex vest top and hi-cut briefs, something she had bought to go to the gym but of course never did. They were bright red and very stretchy -. .. her pale skin remained taut even after she gave birth to our daughter Leigh a year after the marriage, and her small, athletic body remained a source of envy amongst my other married friends, whose wives had let themselves go, in varying degrees, since marriage. Her brown hair was always cropped short, framing her pixie-like face and big brown eyes, almost like a japanese cartoon in their size and emotional depth. She never dressed provocatively, nor particularly conservatively... tanktops.