Please. What are you doing? We can’t.Please stop. Please don’t. Oooh Bill, please. What areyou doing?” Her pleas fell on deaf ears a... I continuemy assault on her sweet pussy. I could hear Jimmy inside moaning as Belinda was stillworking his cock over. I looked up at Suzie and toldher to tell me what was going on inside. She said, “Myhusband has his dick buried in your wife’s mouth and heis really, really enjoying it. He looks so good fuckingyour wife’s face.. While I consider myself cultured, and a fan of classical music, I rarely make it to concerts, except one evening last year, when it all started. I went alone. Best seat in the house. And as I got settled into my seat, listening to the orchestra tune up, there she was…a goddess, maybe 24 years old, tall, blonde, blue eyes, slender, with an elegant gown and jewellery. Her movements were graceful, poised, feminine, and sensual, with a light, friendly, kind demeanour. She was there with a female. Mom was speechless as she tried some herself. Sasha was beaming. My steaks got the same response from Mom and Sasha. Sasha thought we should open a restaurant that featured steaks and grilled vegetables. After dinner was finished and we all three cleaned up the kitchen, Mom and Sasha went outside for a little "girl talk". I could only guess what they might have been talking about, but I think it was all about me. After a night of sitting in the family room and chatting, we called it a night. I. Their gaze locked and she tried to make out the expression in his eyes. Damon slowed down the pace and dipped his head to capture her mouth in a sensual, exploring kiss, feeling the sweet vibrations of her moans down his throat. After what seemed eternity he cut off the kiss and she whimpered against his mouth, slightly raising her head in an effort to capture his lips, wanting more. He withdrew his lips from hers, both please and distracted when she followed his mouth, and he raised his eyes.