The intensity of the moment was too much for me and I came, shooting ropes of hot cum over her hand and onto her belly, up her chest, and I think some...dropped just at the top of her pussy.Chrissy had really bad timing for when I came, as this time she had stopped kissing me and dropped her head lower towards my dick just as I shot.As well as covering her body, one long thick string of cum hit her in the face, hitting her nose and over her lips.Her eyes shot wide with shock, then as the cum was. He knows I like private and public, he knows when, where and how to parade me in public. I remember the first time we went to Studland beach, the nudist bit. I was lying on my front, he was meant to be applying sun crème to my back, instead he put my butt plug in. That nearly made me cum. Playing with it as he did apply the crème did.I also remember him using string, as I lay there, to stretch my lips, one end of each string was tied to my big toe, the string then loop through a ring and then. His hands made contact with my neck tickling me as he tied my bikini top. “There all done” I smiled and thanked him. The whole day went pretty fast. It was around eight at night, Ryan and I were sitting in front of the TV watching his stupid show. “Can I have the remote please” I said holding out my hand. He shook his head. I was forced to wrestle with him. I hovered on top of him then our eyes had met. His fingers softly ran down from my neck, to my arm down to my thighs. I swallowed my spit. "And your cooking matches your beauty." I told her that I detected truffle in the hens and she told me that she had liberated the truffles on her way out of the French restaurant in Zurich.With coffee came the four layer Kirschtorte and she had used a very fine Belgian chocolate icing and Rocky Ford cherries along with chocolate cake layers soaked in fiery kirshwasser. When I finally pushed back from the table, I said "If I weren't married, I'd be down on bended knee." Thank you, but I've.