By the expressions on their faces, I know they see my wife sucking away at our bull’s cock. They walk in and our bull tells his friends my wife’s ...ame. He then looks at me and tells them, “that’s her husband, but you can just call him bitch.” Then he tells me, “get my friends a beer bitch.” I do as I’m told and hand them all a beer. They all says “thanks, bitch” and they all laugh. About that time our bull unloads in my wife’s mouth. He tells her not to spill a drop. He knows he doesn’t to tell. It does not match to any living being present on earth. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on or enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here. Well, here is my story. By the time I turned 18 it didn’t seem like my tits would ever stop growing. In fact, they seem to be bursting out of everything I wear as though they have a mind of their own. My bra size is a 38D and my pussy is. Besidesthe fact that I LOVED to suck, I though dropping a loador two in the afternoon made me a better fuck with mygirlfriend that night.This particular afternoon, I had cum once, and suckedoff a couple guys. I thought I’d drop another load, andthen head out. When a guy entered the booth next to me,I had my cock aimed at the glory hole, ready to beserviced.His fingers reached through the hole and guided my cockstraight to his mouth. Long hard sucks, from my pubesto the tip. He swirled his. Even if he is giving her the cold shoulder now, she knows he will need more from her later on, she was a slut after all, not his wife.Anna still had to get her bag, which was left in the girls changing rooms and not in the boys, that’s why the key numbers didn’t match in the boys room where she thought her bag should have been, one of the many mind blanks a sissy gets when cock is there for the taking. Upon retrieving her bag and beginning to dress in her short denim skirt and blue vest top,.