Is she aware of the many times she has flashed us her tits while we have been sitting here?” he asked in amazement.“Quite aware, Chris. Are you e...joying the view? I certainly am,” I answered.“Totally enjoying the view. You are a much stronger man that I am. I would never have been OK with her exhibitionism like that when we were dating,” he said. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Jean making the reverse journey through the throng and loved watching as she made her way. I never connected their body jerking around and going limp with them having an orgasm. Hell, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was. At least I didn’t until one of my school friends had discovered a book on sexual physiology in his dad’s library; his dad was the local General Practitioner. Boy did we learn a lot from that book. After that, I knew what erogenous zones were and I spent more time on them when I was in the bath with my mother and my aunts. I knew what sexual arousal was, I knew what. ’ ‘Bioethics. You did not approve?’ you smile. ‘To the contrary! It is the noblest profession. And you recruited a willing partner for your, uh, practical project?’ ‘I sure did. In law school. We are married. He’s a lawyer, one of those Wall Street types.’ you wrinkle your face as if to give me license, adding for emphasis, ‘Terrible, I know.’ There is a pause. You grin again, ‘Just silence? I was hoping you would do the contrarian thing and supply some philosophical justification for his. But I want to come down that sweet throat of yours. Get back on your knees!” The guy pulled out of my pussy and I got back on my knees in front of him. He put his cock back down my throat. I wrapped my lips around his cock and he face fucked me hard. It didn’t take long and he pumped his hot come down my throat. I never had a man pump so much cream down my mouth. It was a lot to swallow. I swallowed it all and tried not to gag. Men always like when you swallow it all. “That was so fucking.