She hasn't stoppedsweating, and you can feel drops falling into your hair fromher swinging breasts above you. You have stopped payingattention to the ...dd taste of her mixed juices and sweat...it is all acting as an aphrodisiac for you, and you againprobe upwards with your tongue, finding her open vagina asshe continues to mop her clitoris onto your nose. When shefeels your tongue reach its target, she tilts her torso backa little more, so that you have full access, and can pushyour tongue deep.. And she was married. He made love to her in the living room and in the den in front of the fire before taking a shower with her and heading back to the big bed. She was so vibrant, so alive, so loving, so giving that he convinced himself not to think about what would happen a few hours from now when he had to leave. She was perfect for him, flawed but unapologetic, intelligent but childlike, beautiful but unknowing. A conundrum that he would be more than happy to spend a lifetime trying to. To do so would have been all too meaningless. But I couldn't stop myself. My better half started to take over, I could feel my blood ragging, my cock becoming hard as a rock. Then I felt a small prick in my neck. “Jaden you must clam your spirit, or you will fail your right of passage.” It was Eden. For no clear reason, I felt that those words of his were something I could believe in. Soon after, I felt my muscles stiffening, my mouth and throat going dry. “What was going to happen to me?” I. I know the other guy, who'd earlier been fucking Sondra, is somewhere not far away watching me, and there's always been something incredibly thrilling for me as he does. Though I know in the back of my mind that I'm nowhere near the stud that he is, I feel no jealousy knowing that, but rather, a strange sort of 'competitiveness' arises within me as I find myself in the throes of that special sexual exhilaration I always feel after seeing Sondra so well and truly fucked by some other guy. Is it.