Lick, 3...lick, there I was with my face buried betweenthe hairy ass cheeks of a stranger, licking his asshole. Counting eachand every lick. Why? I'll...get to that momentarily. First, I want toclear one thing up. He was technically a stranger in that I had nevermet him before but....he was my wife's lover. And that has everythingto do with why I was tongueing his ass. So it's not like I just met astranger and started licking his anus. Well, not exactly.I was licking his ass and counting each. We can go on to test drives and stuff then. I get SIX. There are only five of you here. With one exception, I am collecting only from this table. Sandy’s going to be the hard one to convince. You can wa-atch!” Monica almost sang that last sentence and ‘watch’ was a sexy two-toned taunt. Bill practically jumped out of his seat, grabbed Sandy without a word of explanation and shoved her over to his chair. While he was doing that, Monica gave a smile and wink to Sharon and Mark.“Sandy, you have. I felt like crying. A moment ago, I had been in heaven. And now I knew mom hated me. I would never feel her soft hands on my pecker again………. I didnt trust myself to say anything, and so I just left the bedroom. I felt too many conflicting emotions – disgust with myself for molesting my son – disappointment, that he had cum so soon – fear, that he would tell – and a desire to go back and lap up every drop he had spilled………. For the next four or five weeks, Timmy seemed to be avoiding me. My. I arranged to meet him after dinner that evening.As I got myself ready, I wondered if the waiter was just being nice, or if I had actually pulled. I didn't even know his name, but I hoped for the best. I wore a strapless red dress, so I couldn't wear a bra. All I had on apart from that was a pair of white, almost see-through panties, and red high heeled shoes.Dinner seemed to take ages, but my waiter was still waiting for me as arranged. We walked together to the seafront, and to a bar with a.