Like when I told you he liked my outfit. I kept showing off. When you came back from changing and saw him kissing my neck, that was his idea. And you ...ere right, he was feeling my tits. But what surprised me was you just watched when we kissed and he felt me. The other things I did were also his idea."He isn’t sure how to respond. He doesn’t tell her about the advice Chuck gave him. He just says, “That was a turn on the way you built things up. I knew when you said he liked your outfit you. I love the taste of a woman. It’s so primal, like the taste of the ocean. My eyes were closed and all I was aware of was her cunt, her moans and how much I wanted to be inside of her. There is no rushing this sort of thing- I sucked and slurped…kissed and moaned as her labia swelled and her clitoris came to attention. Her nails were raking at my naked shoulders as her breath quickened and her moans increased. I forced my tongue deep inside her pussy as she came and I could feel. They dressed me in a red flannel shirt, green pants with suspenders and black boots. Now I have to admit breakfast was served in a large cafeteria with stacks of hot cakes, waffles, eggs and bacon, milk, fruits, hot chocolate and seated next to me was my beloved. Hm… wonder what my true loves name is? I asked myself while my mouth was stuffed full of hot cakes soaked in maple syrup. His mouth was as full as mine with the sweet buttery hot cakes as he turned his head to look in my direction I. "Spot on, I don't ever think about doing stuff that ends our relationship, my fantasies are basically you getting your rocks off, me getting my rocks off and some lucky Bastards doing the same, knowing that we are ultimately going to screw like rabbits because of it." I was really trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about but this was deep water for me. I knew I couldn't just blurt out 'I like the idea of watching you being fucked,' but, at the end of the day that was the case.We sat.