Then one Wednesday night she came home and practically drug me into the bedroom. As soon as she pushed her pussy down into my face and I tasted her I ...new something was different. She tasted salty and I knew what that meant. My bride had been fucked by some one else! The biggest surprise was that I liked the taste of her pussy with that salty flavor and that I didn't feel anger at her betrayal. I got to thinking back on all the other Wednesdays when she'd come home and pushed her pussy in my. Daphne reached down and picked up Nancy, cradlingthe dolly to her bosom in imitation of the cute little girl onscreen. Shechecked - Nancy was wearing a diaper and plastic panties under her pinksatin frock, of course. Daphne preened. She was a good Mummy to herlittle baby. Her Nancy was safe - just like Jessica's baby. When Sheilareturned to the back yard on the screen and handed Jessica the filledplastic toy bottle, the little girl fumbled for a few second, trying toinsert the stiff plastic. Certain things had been agreed in advance, including hard limits, what I was to wear, etc. We had also agreed that I was not to speak unless directly asked a question and would follow his instructions to the letter, anyway...I was home, had gotten changed and was nervously waiting and pacing when the doorbell rang - I jumped straight out of my skin and for a moment thought of not answering, however, I did go downstairs and opened the door. There stood the gentleman I had been corresponding with. We kissed passionately, and she muttered, "I missed you." She moved and began kissing my neck and my chest, lifting my tank top up and kissing me on my breasts. Her tongue circled my nipple before she finally sucked it between her lips. As she sucked on my nipple she fondled my other breast, squeezing it firmly. She pulled down my pajama pants and put her face close to my pussy. "Look at you," her fingers glided along the wet spot in my panties and I struggled not to moan from her touch. She.