God, what kind of a perv am I? His butt cheeks got redder and redder as she flailed him and I started feeling sorry for the poor guy. I mean, how emba...rassing is it to have a friend watching while your wife beats you? What kind of a limp-wristed queer would allow something like that to happen?"Teresa," he protested with his face pressed firmly against the table, "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again." Yeah," she yelled, "that's what all you queers say, but I know better. Once you let a guy suck. What do youhave in mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gentlyguide me over to the narrow end of the board. I hearyou pull down the zipper of your trousers, and then therustle of your pants dropping to the floor. Then youreach around me to pull off the ironing board cover,leaving only the vinyl protector. Grasping the gown at my waist, you inch the materialupward gradually until I feel the room air on my rearand on my cunt hair, which is soaking wet. It feels socool; it makes me shiver. I. Alex’s breasts were hanging above me, inviting attention, so I raised my head to take her nipples in my mouth one at a time.Michael’s pace increased, and Alex bent my stiff cock down to press against her clit. She moaned and kissed me hard, her body jolting from the thrusts from behind. Without warning, Alex pushed her hips down on me, so my shaft rubbed her clit as Michael fucked her. I felt her wetness cover me, and I felt the throbbing length of Michael’s erection rubbing against the base of. What’s wrong?” He asked, gently standing up close to her and rubbing her back. “That song was supposed to cheer you up, not make you sad and cry,” he said, taking her hands away and brushing her tears aside. “Abby, I promise you, as long as I live, I’ll never, ever give you a reason to be sad and cry.”“I’m not sad, I’m happy. That song is so perfect for us. These are happy tears,” she reasoned, wiping her cheeks, her lower lip and chin trembling. “This time I’m very proud to say, I love you,.