Well, not my seat, obviously - should we sit? Can I get you something?" You look around at your dining table, your couch, the coffee machine in your k...tchen, then back at her."Maybe in a minute." She says, eager to continue her story. "So here's the deal: you can make one request, anything at all, and I'll do it." ... because you're bored?" You feed back to her, questioning the legitimacy of her statement.She laughs as she gets a bit flustered. "Yes. I'm not one for idle hands. I'm serious,. I sat transfixed as I watched her rub the ice cube around her hardening nipples, as she moaned with obvious pleasure.The bulge in my pants had grown from being a tent stake, to a full-blown flagpole. I continued to stare at my friend’s wife massaging her naked breasts and playing with an ice cube not two feet from where I sat.After the ice cube melted down to its last couple drops of water, Sharmila turned to me, thrust her chest forward and said “please, massage my breasts for me, they’re oh. I felt the bastard growing inside me. He kept fucking like this for a long while; he then quickly pulled out and turned me around to sit.He then kept jerkin his hard huge cock in front of my face and pushing the cockhead in my mouth. This time I gagged on it, since the rude bastard pushed it all the way up my throat and he held my face in position with his both heavy hands…When he felt hard again, he pushed me down and climbed between my spread thighs, holding my legs up in the air. He then. She smiled intriumph. Her sissified husband was learning quickly. Still, shedidn't want him to think he had anything to be proud of, even if it wasjust being a good faux femme. Tammy grabbed him by the ear. Puttingfire into her voice she announced, "You just haven't tried hard enoughthis morning. So I'm going to put you over my lap and give you aproper spanking, the kind naughty girls like you earn when theymisbehave." She marched him out of the bedroom, through the house, tothe.