Rebecca was growing desperate as Matt kept walking home and he put his cel phone to his ear. She swallowed her pride, and she screamed out, "I'll do a...ything!" You'll do anything, Huh?" Matt said. He turned around, closed his phone, and smiled. He could not believe his plan actually worked. He walked back towards Mrs. Miller and thought about everything he ever dreamed of doing to Mrs. Miller, and if everything went right he would end up owning her."Yes, but please tell me why Matt. Why do you. So, from that point forward, foreplay with my wife was accompanied by an erotic story.Gradually over a period of several months I began to shift the perspective of the stories, from a faceless woman in each one, to where Lynn was the star of the story and essentially I begin to slowly reveal my fantasies about exposing her to other men (at this point I only wanted to show her off). I was surprised to find that she eagerly listened to stories about being "accidentally" caught in the nude by my. The front of her panties began to mold to her labia as it massaged her vagina with expert precision. “Oh… oh fuck,” she stammered as she neared her peak. She rolled her erect nipples with her index fingers and her thumbs and then squeezed her breasts as the wave of her orgasm hit her.“Ahhhhh, fuck, yeah,” she said under her breath as she soaked her panties. Just then, the panties detached themselves from her and hovered over her bra in the floor. Kate stared dumbfounded as they wrung. " Shut up lover boy and show me how much you love my big fuck stick," she moaned as she shoved it back into my throat. Not knowing yet how to overcome my gag reflex, I retched as her fat cockhead hit the back of my throat."You'll learn sweety," she said, as she pulled back before once again thrusting her cock deep into my mouth. "Make a fist with your left hand and squeeze your thumb hard against your palm. When you feel something, and when I say something, I mean my cock, hit the back of your.