I put my face into his moderately hairy chest and started to lick and suck his nipples. I then started to lick and kiss my ways down to his throbbing...penis. I started licking the shaft of his meat stick and lifted it up so I could lick on the bottom of his nut sack and suck a nut or two. I then started to suck his cock and spit on it to get it lubed up. I tried to get his meat all the way in my mouth, so that I could lick his nuts as he pumped my face but it was just too big. He must have. Billy was no help.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t know what you saw in him.” As soon as he said it, he mentally kicked himself. She shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t even know any more. Things were going wrong for a while, but it was routine, you know?” Remembering the last few years of his marriage, he nodded. “Hard to think about starting over again. You just accept that good enough is good enough.” “Well, I know better now.” She handed over the first plate. “Here you go.” To his amazement, he fell. I felt the warmth and gooey texture at the same time as she did. He pushed again and a voluminous flow spilled out like lava from a volcano. It was most certainly hot as it coated our tongues, but burned nothing but our desire.We turned to each other, mingling this anonymous sperm in our mouths with a deep soul kiss. Chloe, my love, my partner in crime, my best friend, joined me in using this insignificant ejaculate we shared as a celebration not only of my deep connection with her, but of her. He removed the gags from the women’s mouths. Kris flexed her aching jaw and said, ‘We are not eating from dog bowls.’ Her speech was slurred. Michael was non-plussed. ‘For the time being, suit yourselves.’ Then Kendall, also struggling to speak, said, ‘Mama, I’m hungry, thirsty, haven’t had anything since lunch.’ Kris wanted to respond, but was having trouble putting a sentence together. When it finally came out her tone was uncertain, weak. It felt like something was scrambling her brain. She.