”“Mr. John Thomas? I thought we were talking about you.” She did look confused.“It’s just a name for my ... um ... manhood.”She laughed. �...�You call him Mr. John Thomas?”“It’s a traditional name,” I said, with as much dignity as I could muster.“I think it’s time I got to meet Mr. John Thomas,” she said.It is difficult for me to describe what it was like, sitting there on the couch, having this conversation with a beautiful young woman dressed only in panties that invited me to lick her pussy. You. George began to rub my pussy hard with his fingers. He pulled his pants down and I was in shock. It was at least ten inches long and almost as thick as a litre bottle. I leaned over to suck his cock; it was so big I couldn’t even fit the tip in my mouth!!!! I was only able to suck the edge of it. All I could do was jerk him off while sliding my tongue up and down his cock and sucking his balls. I climbed on top of him trying to get his cock in my pussy, but it was so big. He made me lay down. We moved against each other, until we were covered in sweat and our pussy juice. Hers was running down her legs, while mine dripped out onto the bed. "Fuck this!" she exclaimed, as she ripped off the dildo. "I need my pussy eaten." We got back into a sixty nine position. This time, I got on the bottom, and she sat on my face. She dived back into my cunt. As she licked and sucked my pussy, she hooked my legs behind her arms. I was, again, totally open. I felt her tongue everywhere. Her fingers. I think there is a lot of guilt inside of me, for causing her to go through all the pain and suffering during the last pregnancy.I find myself staying in my office till I know she is asleep, or I sleep on the couch in the office. In the morning I make sure I am up before she is. At night I can hear her crying in our bedroom. We argue a lot more, and I can see the stress in her face. I feel like we both are ready to explode.I left the house one day, around the middle of October, I had an.