No leakage, no spillage, no nothing except for my poor wilted cock after she got through fucking it and the other one had gotten through licking it cl...an.I tried to put it down to a nightmare but it wouldn't work, even while not fully awake I KNEW I had seen and experienced something I couldn't explain. After taking a shower to wake up I stumbled into the kitchen to fix something for breakfast and then logged on to my computer. My computer is in the basement, much cooler down there and I had. She felt guilty cumming again but her body had different ideas. I told her to let go and continued massaging one nipple with my fingers while sucking on the other as hard as I can. It wasnt long for me. I felt the cum build up in my cock which made it larger and harder. It wanted release. It wanted to squirt its load up into her belly. Her pussy wanted it too. A few seconds went by and I felt my wife tighten around my prick as she screamed in orgasm. The walls of her vagina were trying to. But I was kind of curious too, in a slightly horrified sort of way. I put it off until Monday. At lunch, I went outside to a secluded spot with my food, pulled out my cell, and called the number. ‘Bimbo Factory’. ‘Uh… hello. I saw the article in this month’s Cosmo. Is there someone I could talk to and get some more information?’ ‘One moment – let me transfer you to our admissions department.’ ‘Admissions. This is Barb. How can I help you?’ ‘Uh… hello. I saw the article in this month’s Cosmo,. Cordelia’s playful smirk did not bode well, yet it was like Michelangelo himself had painted this expression on her face, sweet and knowing and beautiful. She stepped closer, so close that her bikini-covered nipples almost brushed against mine. “Tell me,” she whispered barely audible, “do you want me to touch your tits? Would you love it if I caressed them with my fingers, running small circles all over them and getting closer and closer to your rosy nipples? Would it excite you if I gave them.