To find my mouth, open and gasping, awaiting his pleasure. French kissing is something my husband doesn't do much. Ted Frith, however, did. And rather...well, I found, as I squirmed against his heavy frame, one leg coiled around his thick calf, his tongue well into my mouth, my own slithering hotly up and down it. Then, disconcertingly, I noticed a peripheral view of my husband coming round the corner of the house into our field of view – and we, I suppose, into his, out the window that my. Taking my load his lips never left my cock and as I came he reached up and pinched one of my nipples. It was my best orgasm to date. He kept my cock in his mouth until it was flaccid and still gently sucked on my soft cock as I twitched with post-orgasm pleasure. I was exhausted, spent, but wanted to please him now. So as he laid on the bed I moved down and licked where his legs joined his groin. I then licked his balls, taking one then the other into my mouth, then licking up his shaft I took. “You know the old wives tale says big feet mean big hands and big… anything..."Of course; big feet, big cock; I thought, recalling the old wives saying. I could feel myself blushing. Was he making a pass at me? I ignored him."You can just take what you want Madam, whenever you want it" He said smiling at meThen he approached a little bit more to me. Then he sat down again and suddenly grabbed my arms and lifted me up, plunking me down on his lap. He didn't sit me on his lap. He just d****d me. " Whispered the sweating actress whose pussy, even this soon, was beginning to drip in anticipation. Fran had few lines but they, like her cane strokes, were sharply delivered with great strength and to amazing effect.Her male tormenter went on, "Your father should have used more than his hands or slipper on your bare bum when you were six, and you wouldn't be in the mess you're in now. But he was lenient and left you a spoiled little girl. But I will not spare the rod. Count out each stroke,.