He loved and still likes to come home while I am being pounded by one or more men. And the more they are the more he likes.I quickly took taste, and I...received more and more often. sometimes the day alone and the evening with him.One day, a neighbor recognized me and came to tell me. Initially, I was a little scared and I fucked with him to keep the secret. But it madly excited me and I asked him to talk about it and showed my photos and videos to others. I spoke to my husband who was. I had been uncomfortable with the idea of putting his cock in my mouth. I’d been skittish about even touching his cock at first, though Chris had been a slow and patient playmate, never pushing me. But I did wonder what it would feel like to have his soft tongue licking me between my legs. ‘I don’t know, Chris. I would love to feel you go down on me, it just seems so awkward and embarrassing.’ I had begun stroking his rigid member at this point, and he was beginning to moan slightly. ‘It. My stiff cock was positioned awkwardly, straining against my zipper and creating a huge, obvious bulge in my pants. I quickly turned away and adjusted, my cheeks burning. “No need to be embarrassed, honey,” she said. “Ain’t no shame in that game! If you need someone to take care of that monster for you, sweetie, you just let me know, okay?” She flashed me a huge smile, complete with a gold front tooth. I was mortified. “Err, no. I, uh, I’m… I’m fine,” I mumbled as I quickly stepped out of the. As for bras, well, they're just a necessity. I have to reallythink about it while writing this to even feel the straps on my shoulders. Idon't much like them bouncing around when I'm in my nightie anyway.In my original story, that Janet got her hair chopped into a short bob on thefirst Wednesday trip down town. I definitely didn't want to do that yesterdaybecause I love the feel of my long hair around my shoulders when I can releasemy bun at night. It really suits the Edwardian appearance of.