I greased her up and shoved it into my dear wife. I've been up that way often enough that she can just relax it and let me in without a struggle. I he...d her hips and fucked away; when we do it this way, she has to use her own fingers on her clit to get off. I don't try to hold back; I just keep pumping till my little soldiers blast their way up through my cock and into the gloomy darkness. I don't make any noise, either. The way she can tell that I've cum is the throbbing of my cock and the. I don'tlike messes." He could hardly speak as he reached a climax. I keptmy lips tightly around him. Between his cock, my saliva and his cum, my mouth wasgetting very full. Involuntarily, I swallowed, and everything wentdown my throat. He sighed with delight. "Do that again. Please, dothat again." Because he still had his hands on my head, I obeyed,and he sighed again. "Hold me for a while longer in your mouth. Itfeels so good." I did and the big ugly thing finally went flaccid. . Her labia and clitoris were engorged and swollen. Her vagina was round and open, a glistening tunnel of inviting flesh. I stroked my tongue back and forth across her clit. Lisa groaned at my soft wet touch. I stuck my tongue like a miniature cock deep into her hot clutching cunt, mashing my face into her gash, thrusting into her as deeply as I could reach. My face soon was covered in her juices. Her hands grasped at the back of my head, pushing against her sex. In minutes she again orgasmed,. I became disgusted in myself, thinking that finally, I was just as bad as the rest of them. Months went by with just me one-sidely thinking about my situation. I would second guess the looks Walter gave me. Read too much into a single touch. Then think about how obsessive I was becoming. The cycle was painful and I didn't know what to do with all those new emotions. What was, for the longest time, a source of comfort for me, became a type of self-torture. And it only escalated from there.Most.