She took the box. It was indeed heavy for its size. She turned it over, it was unmarked and no sound came from within. He took her head in his hands. ...��Promise me again,” he whispered. “I promise,” she replied almost in tears. He smiled and kissed her. She felt that she had passed some sort of difficult test and pleased him. She was happy but his suggestion that at some point in the future they would be parted filled the back of her mind again with dread. He lay down next to her and she hugged. Can we just not talk now?’ I groan a real heavy man groan. I flex my enormous dick and feel her respond with a long hard squeeze. Always the idiot, I break the silence. ‘Do we always need to do talk homework while we are doing this — to keep feeling us this way, I mean?’ Silence for seconds. I think I’ve blown it. ‘I’m afraid,’ she says, and hesitates a little, squeezing me all the while, ‘that…that the answer is both talk some and shut the hell up some. For right now, anyway. ‘We are not good. As he fed me his soft cock I could taste my wife's pussy juice. He started to get a little hard as I sucked his cock. I wanted him to get hard again but he said he really had to go. My wife untied my hands and I reached for his balls. I lifted his sack to my lips and licked the cum that had run down his balls.He backed away and he and my wife went to the bathroom. I saw him peeing in the commode as my wife rubbed her tits against his back. I saw her hand on his cock as she shook the pee drops. With a curse, he pulls out and roughly pushes you on your side before entering you again but this time with your legs shut it is tighter for him and this combined with the pleasure he gets from alternating between mauling your tits and slapping your arse means he cums in a couple of minutes and fills your cunt with it’s second load. He moves away and you are left alone on the bed – spunk running from your sore abused cunt, spunk dribbling down your chin, the taste of cum in your mouth, your.