" My words made her cunt flow. She can't even resist, but wrapped her lips around the fat head of my cock. She licked up the pre-cum, loving it's tast... and then swallowing the rest of my rod. She can only swallow about a third of my cock before she gagged. I moaned and appreciated her effort. " Relax your throat, babe. There you go. Swallow my cock when it gets to your throat. Be a good girl and swallow my whole cock. Oh yeah, that's it. Oh your husband taught you how to be a good cock sucking. I knew Robert had been masturbating as long as we had been married, because he wasnt as good at hiding the evidence as he thought he was. Hes always been rather private with his inner thoughts, and when I once asked him years before if he masturbated, he replied indignantly that he most certainly did not. I turned off the dual-frequency transmitter in my purse. &hellip,like me to fix you a sandwich or something? I turned the radio back on. Take off your clothes, Robert. Robert stripped quickly. Cavaradossi sings about “dolci baci” and “languide carezze... “ at the very moment where my left hand plays with her sex, and my right hand with her anus. I rock and roll at the same time the knuckles of two fingers in her sex, and in her anus. The tip of my right thumb rubs slowly on her clitoris while the knuckles of my left middle finger soften her small back hole. I take charge of her senses and barely stop shy of her orgasm four or five times until Tosca arrives for the final duet.. My recollection of that first submission consists of a sequence of moments, snapshots from a sordid album. Her writhing toes in my mouth; my face pressed into the soles of her feet, smothered by her, filling my lungs with her; kissing my way over the toned curve of her calf; lingering for an eternity in that special place behind her knee; licking long, wet trails up the inside of her legs; finding the pale cream of her upper thigh... And then, finally, reaching that most coveted destination.