She was hungry with her lust and he was her meal. After a good while of the fingering and the sucking, she moved away from his mouth and turned around...so that she could face him. She licked his lips, tasting her on him as he could taste his own cock on her. As she looked him in his longing brown eyes she smiled at him as they grew big when he felt her pussy slide down onto his erect member. She slid it all the way down until her pussy rested against the base of his cock. She closed her eyes and. After he did, I realized we had almost the same saying in French, but it meant something entirely different."Jon, can I ask you a question without it sounding like I was sticking my nose into your business?" Sure Carver, ask, but I reserve the right to refuse to answer if I don't want to." Ok, why did you put your medal on Bill's coffin? I mean I know what it was, and how hard it is to get one, so why have it buried with his coffin?" Carver, that was the ceremonial ribbon, which is strictly. Why did he choose exactly this chair? Soon I came to know that as well.He was sucking me very powerfully and now moving the chair to both sides, making my pussy get pulled everytime he did that. I was almost off the borders.-ahh…oh my god…imad, that is too much! Oh I love it…www!-I was biting my lower lip then. Then he did something new.He inserted his index and ring fingers and stroked in a come hither motion to wake up my G-spot, I guess, using this sex position. With either his tongue and. ” She replied to me with a big grin on her face. “Why don’t you get rinse off, dry yourself, put on some sweats and cum in the living room, I want you to do something for me.” She said as she closed the shower curtain and left the bathroom.Getting my hopes up, and knowing I could still masturbate later, I decided to do as she had instructed. I rinsed off, got out of the shower, to find that my wife had left the bathroom door open about 6-8 inches, so if anyone walked down the hall while I was.