They started to drink when my wife told her sometimes she has other lovers and i watch. Jen was excited by that news and wanted to know if I clean her...cunt after she gets fucked.My wife was turned of by that thought of me eating another mans cum. Why would he do such a thing, no way I would never ask my husband to eat a mans cum from my pussy, and plus he would never do such a thing. He's not gay. She is right I am not fuckin gay! Jen said next time u fuckin your fuck buddy ask your husband if. ”“Touch my breasts again,” she said.He didn’t question her. He was also sure this was no longer a massage. His cock clenched in his shorts.This time he gave in to playing with her nipples, squeezing them gently, pulling them this way and that, and rubbing his fingertips across them. They grew turgid and she made more noises.He wasn’t sure she’d react well, but the urge to lean down and suck a nipple gently was too strong to resist. Her hands came to his head, but not to push him away.Soon he. I lived out in the wilds of Yorkshire and I learned there were two types of boyfriend: Those who expected you to open your legs in some field to be attacked by creepie crawlies, bees and nettles; and on one utterly humiliating occasion: to be gawped at by the local riding club who just happened to wander across that field.Then there was the other type: Boyfriends with cars. Warm, snug cars with comfortable seats. I had never really considered the car as a sex aid, no one my age had one, only. .."Greg wondered for a moment if it was safe to cum inside his wife. The baby was three months old. Could Simone get pregnant now? Surely she would say something if that was a risk. He thought of asking, but then..."Give me that dick, Greg. Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me, do it! Do it! Yessss!!!"In a flash Greg decided that the last thing he wanted was to break Simone's mood when she was feeling this sexual. He thought again that it had to be safe or she would have said so. He kept quiet, except for.