‘Ah, Daniel! You’ll just have to wait and see… When my stomach starts to swell, you’ll know then…’ Luckily, my retort was stopped by the a...rival of the Maitre d’ who escorted us to our table. I felt angry that the beauty and elegance of my favourite restaurant was wasted on my wife who was gazing at her surroundings in obvious contempt. ‘I don’t know what you see in this place, Daniel. It’s so ridiculously overdone. Why couldn’t we have gone to my favourite place instead? It’s so much better. I began running my tongue to her neck. Her straight brown, dark brown hair was tossed back by my hand running across the back of her head. I ran my tongue, again, but this time up to her ear. Licking the outside of her ear and sucking her earlobe I knew she was enjoying the way she moaned and how her body tensed. This whole time she was rubbing her crotch back and forth on my thigh. The more she rubbed her crotch the more I pressed my thigh against her pussy. I could feel how warm her crotch. Soon enough I totally lost my sexual identity as a guy. Before Matt made me into his cumdump, I used to jack off a couple of times a day, sometimes more. I don’t think I am a freak in that regard, LOL, as I know lots of guys do that. Matt put a stop to that quickly. It was partly my own fault. I told you guys how I liked sucking his cock almost immediately, and almost always got hard while sucking him. Well, this once, when I was sucking him, I got a huge boner. That particular time, he had. They were probably off to a day of day-care or something like that while their mother was busy.Danny had always seemed to have a fascination with skirts, especially the ones she wore. She'd worn a tight little miniskirt one time that had kept him wound up for hours. Another time she'd worn a little cotton flip skirt, a flirty little blue and white checked thing that she just loved because of the way it moved and floated around her legs. They'd gone upstairs and had fantastic sex. He'd insisted.