Her face was now positioned right in front of his monster cock. He began to stroke on his cock as he said, “Open up your mouth baby!” My wife open...d up her mouth as her tongue came a few inches out of it. His cock was only inches from her mouth as he grunted out. He shot several streams of cum right into her waiting mouth. Her tongue caught some of it as it dripped down from her upper lip. She was exhausted as she laid there up against the side of the bed. It took her several minutes before she. Is it larger than this one?”Laurel and Hardy looked at one another, whilst Fitz stood there with a grin on his face, watching the two men. If they could get anything past Bea he would be surprised.“Of course, Lady Beatrice,” said Mr Hardy. “The engine is somewhat larger than this one, and of course more powerful. As to alterations, well, we might have to make one or two. Minor, of course.” He clearly wasn’t used to a woman asking him questions beyond whether she could get him another glass of. Her hands were touching the floor on each side of her stocking clad legs. Her head was turned to the left and I could see her blue eyes staring lifelessly across the room. I touched her face; it was stone cold. What was I going to do? I should call 911 but there was no hurry! I couldn't save her life and neither could they. Then I remembered my fantasy. I had always had a fantasy about making love to my wife after she was dead. I didn't think it would ever happen since she was 7 years younger. The woman, Shona, was getting very agitated at this sexual openness and told us she had never met a couple like us who were such exhibitionists and open (no pun intended) and could she join us and we both said of course she could but she would have to un-button her dress from her neck down to her belly button and from her ankles up to just below level with her fanny, and to remove her underwear, so she got up to go to the loo and I said no, undo the buttons here and do it now so she sat down.