Then I turned sideways each way and finally sat down on the chaise-longue, keeping my knees together. “Is that it then?” asked James, with a note ...f disappointment in his voice. “Aren’t you going to open up like you did when you had the panties on? Don’t we get to see your snatch?”I was a little shocked. I didn’t appreciate the language much, but I had thought that this would be enough for them. I suppose I realised then that my earlier display had perhaps promised too much – they would. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles.. He had a nice sized cock, bigger then donnies, smooth, girthy, bulbous head, a couple nice veins, clean shaved balls. I felt my pussy moisten and my mouth water. I couldn't believe what was happening, He leaned back and closing my eyes I lifted his weighty bulge up to my mouth, leaned forward and began to kiss it, he began to moan which i love to hear and I started to lick up and down his shaft. I sucked on his balls which oozed lusty. " Fuck you."He looked at his phone. "OK, press send." Stop!" she screamed as she tried to grab the phone. He pulled the phone away and with his other hand slapped her across the face."Strip now slut." She started to cry as she unbuttoned her blouse. She removed it and then took off her jeans. My husband looked up at me "Strip." I was naked by the time she unhooked her bra. She tried to cover her breasts while slipping out of her white cotton panties. My husband took off his clothes. I was told. Over the last little while, I had taught Klintuck about some of our human traditions as he did not know everything, but he did know some. As such, I spent some of the time explaining Christmas and other holidays based on different religions. I started to feel very close to Klintuck, more than a friend but not quite like a husband. I felt that we were kind of like boyfriend and girlfriend though no words had been spoken yet. Our sex life had become fairly regular, and he was always pretty.