I started blushing and looked down at the table. It had been years since my husband and said anything that sweet. He put his finger under my chin, and...lifted my face so that I was looking him in the eye, and then told me that he meant what he had just said. As I started to mumble thank you, he kissed me. I felt as if my head was spinning, I didn't know if I was dreaming again, or if this was real. He broke the kiss, and said he hated to do this to me, but he had to leave. He promised me that he. ”Pinned to the bed by the girl of my dreams, I lapped, licked and sucked that delicious slit as she ground her clit against my nose. Every time I felt she was getting close to an orgasm she would rise up, stopping me from reaching her precious treasure but leaving it right there in front of my face. Finally, she’d sit down again, letting me carry on — she was clearly enjoying both being in control and the work my mouth was doing.“Fuck that feels good,” she moaned, “now make me cum.”As my tongue. He handed it to Ray. Ray held it gently. He cradled it like a baby. He ran his fingers over the strings. The guitar hummed. He picked it up and held the neck loosely in his hand."Do you have a strap or someplace I can sit?" Ray asked.The man gestured to a stool before saying, "It may be a little out of tune." That's okay."Ray grabbed a cheap plastic pick and headed over to the stool. He let the muscle memory guide him. He sat and started strumming a little practice tune. It was lively piece. "He wants to help, Marie. I can't tell if you like guys just from you playing with a fake dick." She motioned her boyfriend into the room, and he pulled off his t-shirt as he came closer.Marie was about to freak out. How long had he been watching? Even in her nervous state a part of her admired his chest, skin stretched taut over his muscles. She put one arm over her perky breasts while the other tried to cover her stuffed pussy.Crystal kept her eyes on Marie's face as Andrew pulled down his.