He would stop mouth fucking me just before he shot his load. On the counter would be a bowl, which he would grab and fill with his cum. This would be ...he secret ingredient to my morning meal, whether it was eggs, or cereal or something else. There would be cum mixed in. These little things went on for a while, until finally he said that he wanted me to taste another man’s cum. I loved being Jake’s cum whore, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to taste another guy yet. It didn’t matter though, the. The crotch of my shorts were actually stuck to me. I knew that since I had not wiped myself, I had to have a lot of stuff still coming out of me, all that sperm mixed with my own juices had cause the crotch to grab hold with the crusted dried stuff.I stood in the bathroom undid my shorts and what I mess I had between my legs. I looked in the crotch and just like I thought it was wet and crusted. I pulled off my blouse and unhooked my bra, stepping into the tub with the running water I wanted to. Then feeling how receptive she is to the caresses that I lavish on the upper body, I take the initiative to move my hand to her pussy which I discover is soaking wet. My finger slides between her pussy lips first one then a second. The slut is very sensitive to my touch as I repeatedly thrust into her tight wet pussy and her moans betray her enjoyment. As it is my first experience with a woman, I’m afraid to hurt her. Nevertheless, the sight of her body twisting and arching as well as the sound. I swear my knees are strangers who need to be reacquainted every morning! My view is of the Cob. It is, I am told, a notable landmark but I have always thought since we moved here that it looks like a small harbour wall around a small and disappointing harbour. That aside, the view is perfect. It varies all the time, with the sea moving from violent anger to millpond calm and with boats and ships providing constant diversion. We have our own Jenkins now. Her name is Torrance and is of Scottish.