” She tilted her head. “I’m serious.”It was her teacher face and I almost laughed. “Are you kidding me? I mean, Helen,” I reached over and...tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I kind of got excited the first time it happened.” I felt myself blush. Why was it so embarrassing, why did I hesitate to say it?Helen looked at me for a second like she wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth or not. “What do you mean?”I swallowed. This was it. This was the moment where I told my wife that I was excited. Comptez sur moi. »Putain, se dit-il, elle est bonne ! Une blonde, pas très grande, mais fine. Avec de jolies jambes qui arrivaient sur un menu fessier, tout prêt à accueillir de grands coups de reins. Un visage juvénile qui respirait la fraîcheur et l'innocence, quel plaisir se serait de l'avilir ! Et les deux bosses dans son uniforme... Cela présageait des seins dont on pourrait se repaître toute la journée... Il aurait été mac, il y aurait vu une poule aux œufs d’or. Mais étant flic il allait. You have decent self-control, but you have to watch your temper.”“I haven’t told you about the situation with Joyce.”“No, you haven’t.”I quickly explained what had happened over Christmas break and how I’d reacted, at least from my own perspective.“Interesting. So this relationship with Joyce, which has been very important to you, is now sundered. What are you going to do about it?”“Me? She’s the one who broke it!”“And now you sound like a petulant two-year old. ‘She did it! Not me!’ But you. I was dripping and James licked and swirled my clitoris around in his mouth as I talked with great difficulty to my husband. His cock surged at the thought of the situation he was in; another man’s wife on the end of his tongue as she talked to her distant husband who must have been missing doing similar things to her. He smiled again at his luck and continued tasting the wanton white wife.Steve and I chatted some more and Steve told me about the progress of his trip and that it would probably.