”“All we have is an eternity, little one. Incidentally, your picture made quite the splash. You’re apparently quite the cutie in our wedding pic...”She smiled. “To most of the world I’m just a little brown-haired girl. You think I’m beautiful.”“And so very perfect on our wedding day.”Aside from the knowledge that we were finally legally married, a satisfying feeling, to be sure, the biggest change to our lives was that now we were open with our affection in public. For the past two years, we’d. We had our cake and coffee - passing the odd comments and I made her laugh once or twice with my poor Russian.She went off to the ladies and I watched her go - her tights had laddered more and I could see the white of her legs.When we left the cafe she told me she needed to buy something but did not say what. We walked for a couple of streets and I saw her buy some tights from a street seller. Then we took a walk in the park. She was looking awkward and told me she had a problem and needed to. I had a coltish figureaccentuated by nicely shaped legs, and on a whim I pulled myhair back into a ponytail with one of the wife's scrunchies,giving me an All American Girl look. I stepped into a pair ofskimmer flats, clipped on my earrings, and returned to thebedroom to accessorize my outfit with scarves and jewelry fromthe wife's extensive collection.Taking off my wedding ring was like crossing the Rubicon. Ireminded myself that I had paid for the bracelet, necklace andwristwatch that I. She rimmed me while her boss sucked on my cock.The incestuous delight of my mother's tongue dancing over my asshole fed my growing orgasm. It felt so naughty. She swirled it around, massaging me. The pleasure sank to my cunt, mixing with the bliss flowing down my cock.“Mmm, my mother's got her tongue pressing on my asshole,” I said down to Ivana. “I bet you taught her to rim a girl's asshole.”Ivana moaned around my cock and nodded, her blue eyes feverish. Her loose hair swayed around her.