No one even paid attention, but my companion.I walked to the upstairs common bathroom because aunt Rossetta was in the one downstairs.My mood was not ...the best, sometimes these gatherings are too much, at least we had tons of wine to drink. I went to the bathroom very quickly, did my business and prepared my self to go down stairs when Olga caught me and asked my to go with her to her room, she was going to show me her new computer. We walked together she hold my hand, I knew what was going. They were arm-in-arm and hugging and kissing. His hands were all over her! She must have gone with him on the trip. The bastard must have been fucking her the whole time he was gone!Lynn began crying again and I wiped away her tears and she continued. I slipped out of the airport without him seeing me and drove back home. My mind was reeling. I didn't know what to do. I was like a zombie. I must have undressed myself and got ready for bed. I don't really remember putting on my night clothes. I. I hadn’t hurt her at all, I had made her cum. My God, I had just made another woman cum, with my mouth. Even when Christina drove her hips back against my mouth, thrusting her clit over and over into my teeth, there was no fear. Yes, she was using me as a toy, fucking my mouth—and I loved every second of it. Opening slightly, I caught her clit between my teeth, scraping the tender flesh as it forced its way between them. I bit down, gently at first. It was enough to make her stop bucking at. I slowly leaned forward and brought the dark brown head to my mouth and began to lick the underside of his cock knowing the pleasure this gives me when my wife blows me. His dick jumped and throbbed as I licked the underside and I took that as a sign that I was doing the right thing. "Hmmm, that feels good pussy boy, you've done this before haven't you? Do you blow your boyfriends often or does your wife bring home her lovers and have you blow them before they fuck her brains out?" he said.His.