She wondered how his cock would feel between her tits. She dropped her hands self-consciously to the counter, but he just smiled at her, even wider th...n before. “I knew you’d be into tit-fucking. Most open-minded women are, I find. So if I see that this open-minded woman I’ve found has, shall we say, fulfilled the first requirement, then I can move on to the second. Again, let’s take you as an example. Moving on from your impressive breasts, I would turn my attention somewhat lower, to find,. She told me long ago that it was from a dear friend but now she wears it to keep the hounds away. I’m not sure I believe that anymore. Tiffany, we have two children together. She’s as beautiful as the day I fell in love with her. Has she outgrown me? Does she finally believe that I’m beneath her? Tell me what to do?”“Rob, I’m sure she still loves you but I think she maybe torn between being a mother, a world renown surgeon and a wife. I firmly believe she’s having some help with putting a wedge. She waited for him to come to her. And, as she always did when she waited for him, she sang. The songs were always different, yet, always the same in that they always spoke of love lost or unrequited love. Tears burned beneath her eyelids. It had been such a long time since she last sat and waited for him. So long a time since she last looked upon him and sang for him."My God! How I have missed him! Even though he irritates me to no end at times, I have longed to see him, craved to hear the. I have been dreaming of doing something like the mystery dinners, only it is mystery sex. I see myself dressed up in slutty clothes where the tops of my breasts show, and you can see the beginning of my nipples when I bend over. I see myself with a blindfold on and silk ropes tied to the bed stand. Jon is lifting my dress above my hips and finds me without panties on. He is running his tongue over my body, licking my pussy, sucking in the meaty part of my vulva, twirling on my clit, and slowly.