Meanwhile, I've noticed Alissa has stopped with my entire cock in her mouth for some time now, not moving at all. I lean back and brush her hair out o... the way, and notice she's not moving at all. Concerned, I pull her up off my cock, and her mouth is still in the "O" shape it was when engulfing my dick. What the hell is she doing? Her eyes are closed, and she's not breathing!Panic sets in, and I roll her off of my softening dick. I shake her, shouting "Baby?!" over and over. Unsure of what to. I smiled as I entered the room. It was unusual for my wife to be sitting here instead of the living room downstairs. “I want to be her,” my wife said, motioning to the screen of her laptop. I frowned a little as I took off my coat. This was an unusual statement for my wife to make, as she is very attractive and doesn’t normally have an image crisis over seeing a pretty woman online. “What do you mean, sweetie?” I quizzed. She said nothing whilst tilting her head towards the screen once. So I started at her neck and worked my way down over her kissing and sucking as I went. My prick was hurting now it was so hard and she very gently stroked it as I kissed my way down her generous body.As I neared her crutch she opened her legs for me "Now gently get your tongue into my cunt lips and lick them darling" she said as she pulled them open for me to see them glistening with her juices. The taste was amazing, I'd never tasted anything so sweet and sticky, I was in heaven and I knew I. As I scurried around the barn looking for a suitable plaything, I noticed another smaller fish tank in the corner. It was filled with dark green water, unlike the beautiful crystal clear water in the tropical fish tank. You couldn’t even see what was in that dark water. It was kind of creepy.But, I was on a mission, and I moved on, finally finding a brand new shovel with a smooth, shiny handle. I took the shovel and pushed the blade into the ground, and tilted the handle towards the pony. .