We sat on that bench talking, biding our time for a while delaying our drive to Diane’s to make sure that we didn’t impose on her dinner time.“W...y this outfit Grey?”“What do you mean?”“Out of all of my clothes, why did you choose this outfit?”“I thought that’s what you were looking for?”“Well yes, it is, but a lot of outfits would have served the purpose that I wanted. Why this one? If you were going to introduce me to your parents and fuck me afterwards, this is what you’d want me to. ?” I asked.“But it doesn’t come in bottles nor tins. Only in kegs. And only locally. We’ll stop at one of the hotels in town tomorrow. But now let’s log you in so we can see your fish.”It took only a few minutes for me to get into my account, but there were hundreds of unread mails. I looked for last Wednesday, and there were but four. Only one was obviously a.jpg, so I opened it. I hadn’t realized how dumbfounded I looked with a large fish dangling from my hand.“Wow!” said Evans, “That really. “See how I did that you little cocksucker? Really does prolong you shooting your wad. Love it?” “Oh shit, it feels so fucking good!” “I know. I had a good teacher. My turn to teach a virgin.” I returned my attention to Nick’s cock and worked him again, deep throating him bringing him close to cumming. “Holly, I can make him cum or fuck his ass, what do you want to see next?” Holly responded right back, “Fuck his ass good.” “You heard your wife. I want her to have a good view so slide around. I'm dating other women but still hung up on the sexy but infuriating woman who wore my wedding ring for almost twenty years. I can't stand her and lust for her in equal measure.I take a deep breath and then breathe out slowly through my nose. I'm aroused but also just a little messed up mentally. I play the film. Back in motion again, the dimple-cheeked wife (in my mind's eye my dimple-cheeked wife) wraps her slender fingers around the absurdly large cock, turns to face her husband with.