“Oh, sure. My husband probably called you.”“He had work planned,” I thought to myself. “As soon as he got home, he had work to do.”“Come...inside.” The words crossed my lips without any forethought, and soon I had a strange man standing in my living room. “Um, he may not be back for another few minutes. Can I get you something?”“Oh, maybe a water, I guess. Is that ok?”“Sure,” I told him, just wanting to escape and grab anything that could cover my tits. Luckily, hubby left an old hoodie in the. I pulled my finger back and and placed it in my mouth tasting her tangy sweet juices which made my cock throb in anticipation! She turned over looked at me and said now it's your turn for a massage,reaching out with her right hand she firmly grasped my swollen seven inch cock and slowly began tugging on it.I told her that it felt much better the way she touched it than it ever did when I was alone.She proceeded to place her mouth on my cock at first slowly licking the sides where the blue veins. I won't get to teach him. Oh, baby, yes, just like that. OH FUCK, YOU'RE MAKING ME COME! YOU'RE MAKING YOUR OWN MOMMY COME!"Her strong Kegel clenches nearly sent me over the edge, but I somehow managed to hold back. I wasn't finished with her by any means. I lay heavily on top of her and cuddled her as she came down from her orgasm. We lay hand-in-hand and rested while Dad continued to tape. Things started up again when I reached over to play with her tits and fondle her freshly-fucked pussy.. Usually the gentleman would place his head next to mine, and she would share her piss with him, alternating between the two of us. When finished, she would lift herself from the bed, and thank ML quite profusely for finding this lovely "sweetie", the term My Lady encouraged guests to call me. I was always totally sincere in thanking them both. Over the two years, I enjoyed this couple five or six times. I never saw them. We rarely spoke a word. I have no idea as to their nationality, although I.