Bien obligé de la lâcher de temps en temps pour lâcher des soupirs de plaisir. je le branle bien fort et le voilà qui fini par jouir, je vois son ...perme couler le long de sa queue et je ne peux pas m'empêcher de la reprendre en bouche et goûter pour la première fois à sa semence (ce qui ne me déplait pas). à mon tour maintenant. je me lève et me mets au dessus de lui, je lui ramone la bouche pendant quelques minutes. je lui baise bien sa bouche (ce que j'aurais voulu qu'il me fasse sans oser. We walked to the kitchen where she found a pair of scissors in a drawer and handed them to me. I bent her over the kitchen counter and lifted up the back of her skirt, revealing her ass in its entirety, then as slowly and as carefully as I could, I cut off the offending tag. My heart was racing and a lump had started rising in my jeans but I pretended nothing was amiss."Much better," I said, feeling her ass underneath the G-string, emphasizing her contours and the smoothness now that the tag. We could not be seen, and as long as I controlled the volume on my contented purring, and he controlled the volume of his deep baritone moans, we would not be heard, either. It was a relatively easy thing to open the gate, walk around the edge of the pond, climb over the first of the two hedges, and spread a blanket I would bring with me, on the small strip of grass. I would then lie down on the blanket, hike up my skirt, lovingly unzip my man, and invite my Cyrano to slide the hard steel of. It was Lori's husband,Kurt. I remembered her telling me about how their marriage wasn'tworking out, I co$uld see why now.All these things I realised. but the most important thing was stilllost to me; how did this happen?"Are you coming back to bed, babe?" I heard Kurt call from the otherroom.I froze, wondering what to do. Telling him I wasn't his wife but a manthat just woke up in her body being fucked seemed like a reallyawkward this to say and explain. It was two in the morning and anyexcuse.