. Under the front seat." That oil rag?" I rolled my eyes. "I ain't going to ruin my pants, or wipe myself with an oil rag." There's the comforter," Ma...k suggested."I uh ... I could do it maybe." Chris said, kind of shyly almost."What's that?" I looked at Chris with a smile. "Nah. I don't want to ruin your t-shirt." No, I mean ... Uh, I don't know. I could sort of clean you." He was smiling."How?" I was smiling too, but I didn't really understand."With my mouth. I mean, suck it out, you know.". Cary thought that he heard a nasty little giggle before the door closed.He sloughed off his coat and pulled off his boots, then walked through the house to the living room.The drapes were closed and the lights turned low – too low to read comfortably, but ample to see his wife standing at the far end of the room, dressed in nothing but a black underbust corset, fishnet stockings and high, high heeled black open-toed pumps. She was dressed exactly like the woman in the porn pictures that he had. It was an incredible feeling. My hand could feel the pulse and warmth that it was giving off. Moving towards the tip, I discovered the spongy head and lowered the foreskin to expose it. Pre-cum covered my fingers and I could feel how my fingers now slid smoothly over his erect shaft. “Taste it,” he said. I raised my fingers to my lips and discovered a sweet viscous liquid. It tasted like nothing I had expected. It was smooth, sweet and light on my tongue. I then explored his balls and scrotum.. Her hand went to his prick, and she felt a surge of elation when she found it was still hard ... still erect for her.“You be on top,” he said.“I don’t know how,” she replied.“I’ll teach you,” he said, pulling her up and over him.He taught her how to sit on him, straight up, with her abdominal muscles doing the work of moving her hips, which moved him inside her, which massaged her, the way she loved so much. He taught her how to lean forward, and let her thighs do the work, moving her clit back.