There was a light knock at my door, I ignored it but it opened up slowly anyway. It was Jessica, my twin sister. "Hey John, are you ok?" she asked in ...er soft voice. "I'm fine just leave me alone" I replied rather bluntly. I wasn't in the mood to talk or anything like that, I just wanted to crawl in a hole for a while.She came over and sat next to me anyway, she never was one for doing as I said. "Come on, what's up? It can't be that bad" she said with a big smile in an attempt to cheer me up,. A quick glance back over my shoulder reveals no sign of my wife. I pull her panties over my face, putting the waistband behind my ears so that the sopping spunky crotch is against my nose and lips.I wrap the lacy-topped nylon stockings around my erect cock – feeling the coolness of another mans cum against my bell-end. And I wank – furiously, as I extend my tongue and lasciviously lick the soggy crotch of Mandy’s panties, tasting again that delicious man—juice.‘What the fuck do you think you. As much as I fought against the urge, the sensations, I found myself losing, the images of the nice erotic encounters we had shared, right or wrong, once again worming their way back into my memories, my thoughts.With the sounds of Jared's labored breathing becoming more and more noticeable, I realized he was in fact well on the way towards orgasm. He fought, holding it in check however not allowing himself to come yet, knowing full well his own pleasure would be far less than it should. Alison then said well, will you have a meal with us before you travel back and suggested an Indian’s It was agreed and I found out John couldn’t drive so she had to collect it. While she was away I complimented John on their house as well as saying he was a lucky man having such a beautiful wife. It was then he mentioned he wished he could satisfy her as he was diagnosed with diabetes and with other medical problems couldn’t drive or give her much pleasure in the sex department. He said he had.