“I’ve always wished I could suck my own, but I reckon you’d have to be one of those gymnastics. I can’t bend over that much.” I laughed. “... can’t either,” I said, “Though I’ve tried enough times. It’d be cool, though I’m not sure about swallowing it. Whenever I’m wanking, I always think I’d like to eat it afterwards, but as soon as I’ve come I kind of stop wanting to.” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” said Chris. “Mind you, I sometimes do taste a bit. Mandy says she’s always licking her fingers. “I’m not done with you yet”. I hear a zipper, and a soft thump as your jeans hit the floor. The bed sinks down as you climb on top of me. Something hits my face and starts to rub up and down my neck. It takes me a second to realize it’s your erect cock slapping me in the face. “You feel that? Feel how hard it is, how hard you make me? Do you know how long I’ve waited for an opportunity, any opportunity, to fuck you like you deserve? You’re going to suck my cock, and you’re going to like it. And. I told her I had left something in my room along with the key and wondered if she would let me back in. She went with me to their room and let me in. I turned on the lights and looked at the sheets. My wife is a squirter so the sheets were soaked from her juices, and there were his pecker tracks all over the sheet. I moved my mouth to the sheets and licked her juice and sucked several spots of his cum into my mouth—I wanted to taste the product of their lovemaking. I went to the bathroom. She bought a 1kg ice cream cake and when 12’o clock bell ranged on clock she wished me “Happy New-year and I did the same and we cut the cake”. For the first time in my life I felt like “If women decided to do something and if they did that you can’t find a perfect one than that”. Awesome!!! Wonderful!! Words are not coming. She arranged everything like that. Now the real fun begins.Now she whispered me in ears let’s begin. I asked her to change her saree but she said do it over my saree if I.