I’d not had a kiss like that before and it just turned me on even more As we kissed my hand moved onto his stocking tops and then up to feel the har...ness in his knickers and he moaned softly when I touched it. He reached down and freed my stiff cock from my panties, rolling his thumb across the pre-cum leaking from it and put it in our joint mouths and I licked my cum off his thumb and tongue. I’d not tasted my own cum up until that point.I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, this was. I looked at a few of the books and could see that they had been read. Certain pages were dog-eared and a few had notes written in the margins.Then I noticed a smaller room, glanced in and saw a small desk with an old typewriter and was surprised she didn’t have a laptop. I noticed what looked like a manuscript of easily three hundred pages. There was an old coffee can filled with pens, pencils and a pair of scissors and I wondered if Maggie was a writer.A few minutes later, I heard her coming. So let me add my half penny’s worth to his story if I may, not about his earlier life, I wasn’t there for that. But considering the things you read in the paper, or hear on the news about abused children, I must say I was very impressed by the way he turned out. But what I want to talk more about, is of our lives together, after that first and almost last day of our wedding, before he told me everything. Yes, I was going to leave him, and yes, it was because, as he stated, ‘I thought he was. That opened a torrent ofquestions: How did it feel? Was she really asleep? Was I going tofuck her again? The answers were: great, I don't know for sure, and yesI hope so. By now all three of us were horney, so we decided to carefullyreturn to the living room for another peek. She was still in the same position, then I noticed a teltale sign, anempty wine glass on the table next to her. "Maybe she is passed out."I said, "let's go look." We walked outside and she didn't stir. Bynow my cock.