Soon! God, you’re so pretty!’ ‘Ahh!’ Nancy cried when his mouth descended on and covered her vagina. Her hips rose from the bed and her hands ...aked at the quilted bedspread while his lips and tongue lashed her and drove her still wilder. ‘Gahh! I…I…Oh, God…I’m coming! I’m coming! Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!’ Her back arched and her hips writhed as his lips and tongue gave her the gift of ultimate ecstasy and more. Nancy’s orgasm eventually began to wind down, but Ben didn’t stop caressing her. His. * * * That Friday, Becky invited Peter over. She intended to sleep with him. She had to prove to herself that she was not a lesbian, and expressing her desire for Peter would be a good way to prove it. Peter arrived. She kissed him hello, but he seemed nervous, agitated. He refused to sit down at first. Finally, they sat on the couch together, he took her hand in his and said the fateful words: "We have to talk." He wanted to remain friends, but their relationship was stagnant. He apologized.. They have always had an open/cuckold type relationship and everyone knew about it. Over the years the wife we can call Shelly, would flirt and be nasty when she started to party. I loved her big curvy body, her huge tits and round ass…..When we would party Id start to get turned on when she would start getting slutty….It gave me a chance to grab her ass, rub her pussy from outside her pants, and get at her huge tits from time to time, but we never went skin to skin…..One night I was over at. I’m talking about important stuff. Telling you I’m not surfing porn isn’t really a lie, since we both know I really am,” I reasoned.“We also know you always look at those sluts with big tits. You’re obsessed with tits, especially big ones. Why do you think a psychiatrist would call that?” asked Sarah.“Normal?” I answered without blinking.“You think all the men at the party were looking at Betty and wanting to grab her boobs? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? You’re just a normal guy?”“Duh!.