Fred sighed as her warm tongue massaged the shaft as she started sucking his hard muscle. She took him deeper into her mouth. Fred watched as her beau...iful lips were stretched around his dick as he humped her face, "Oooohhhhh ... that's it baby!"He thrusted himself further into her mouth almost knocking her glasses from her face. She quickly reached up and pushed them back up and grabbed the base of his cock with her fingers to prevent him from gagging her.Fred heard his wife's sloppy sounds of. “Over these?” she said, taunting me by running my cock over her full breasts, my pre-cum leaving a shiny trail of fluid over her soft pale skin and around the pink areola.“Yes,” I replied, feeling the tell-tale tingle in my buttocks.“Do you want to send me home to my husband smelling of your cum?” she said, continuing to torture me with her slow tease, “do you want him to know that I’ve had the cock of a younger man, twice his size in my mouth? Shall I tell him?”My mind was scrabbled as she. He had kissed her, deeply and with no hint of lust, much to his own surprise. She'd returned the fervor, then sprayed him down until he was certain he was less musky. He had exited the shower, though she had remained in, continuing to wash. He'd watched her through the glass as she cleaned herself, a voyeur to her fingers and palms and their journey from stickiness and sweat to fresh-smelling girl.He'd sighed, drawing on his clothes, and had ducked his head into the shower once more for a kiss. It is not like in the movies, where a man who knows martial arts can defeat an unlimited number of assailants. It is no more possible than, say, the world's greatest soccer player defeating a team of eleven amateurs on his own. No, if those thugs had been cautious, if they had been prepared, they could have overpowered Shan. It was this, however, which gave me the seed of a thought. I began to imagine how a false image of weakness could be used to gain an advantage over an opponent. How could I.