Stopped long enough for her to rearrange herself. Instead of sitting sideways in my lap, now she was straddling me."That's pretty hard, isn't it," she...said. She sort of ground down, pushing her soft pubic mound onto my erection. You'd think that between her clothes and my clothes, we'd be safe. I was way past safe."Do I need to ask the question again," she asked softly between kisses."I'm being horrible distracted." You're not the only one." Kiss."How many nights a week?" All of 'em. If I have. " I said."Get on your knees." he said, followed by my name."But..." Within seconds he had his hand at the back of my head and I was on my knees. "Yeah, that right..." Steven said as I looked up at him as he burrowed my head against his pants. "Open it. Think of it as a present." he ordered me."How?" Of course I knew damn well how, but I wanted to hear him say it to me."Use your teeth." Okay... but I've never..." "Had sex before?" he asked me. It felt like he was berating me for never having had. I definitely wasn’t complaining.Carolyn was definitely petite, coming in at five-foot-two-inches, ninety-five pounds. The thing that got me was her 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.Once during the time with my ex, she told me a story about her and Carolyn getting drunk together in the hot tub. According to my ex, Carolyn started asking ‘weird questions’.“Don’t you think girls’ bodies are so. I always want you to cuckold me,” I said quietly. “It... it’s up to you if you want to put them back on or not.”She looked a little startled.“What I mean is that if wearing them inhibits you in any way then, by all means, leave them off. They are, after all, only an outer symbol. It’s the reality that matters. I always want us to be husband and wife. I always want to be your husband and that’s all that matters. I don’t care about all the norms and conventions. I enjoy being cuckolded by you and.