She didn't even bother to look up to see if I approved; she was too focused on pleasuring the painter to even care if I was okay with this. Fortunatel..., I was more than okay.I continued to fuck my wife, not once breaking away from the view of her passionate blowjob. She was really pulling out all the stops to get this guy off -- licking his balls, squeezing his ass, even deepthroating his cock. She closed her eyes as she slowly drew herself closer and closer to his pelvis, gradually easing his. We'd had most of our arguments about her refusal to tell me who the boys had been. She said it was none of my business, but I disagreed with her about that. I had more than a sneaking suspicion that there had been more than two boys before me, and that Dede had only admitted to two in an attempt to mislead me. Other than our fights about this, the two of us got along quite well.Our after school make out session had been interrupted by yet another unwelcome question from me about a boy I. It was freezing outside. i was walking down a back road. rubbing my arms to stay warm. when a blue car pulled up beside me. want a ride? a man was hanging half way out the window. and being in the predicament that i was in i had no choice. i got in the car slowly. the heat was on so i warmed up quickly. where do you need to go? umm.. anywhere but here is fine well anywhere is everywhere. so Ill just drive around for a wile till you warm up. then you can tell me where you live. he said. I swallow it “mmmmmm”, I softly moan, as she dismounts my face. She sits on my lap, leans in and gives me a soft loving kiss. Then immediately turns to prepare a few more lines. “We’ll need our energy, it’s your turn next”, she says with another wide smile. She snorts another line and proceeds to the living room to retrieve the tequila!She comes back into the room and pours two shots “cheers!” we both say and take our shots. She orders me to do a line and I oblige. She continues to order me to.