I drank in the sight of him.“Tilt your hip, Isobel. Show me more of your cunt.”“Oh, God,” I breathed and did as I was told, lifting my pelvis ...p, and he echoed my words back as he stared at my middle.“I’m gonna cum on that cunt, Isobel,” he almost snarled. “Gonna put my cum all over those fat lips. And then you’re gonna pull up that panty hose and walk away, with your pussy still needy and horny and filthy with me. Do you understand me?”Even as my muscles clenched on empty air and cried at me,. I was afraid that if I challenged you it would start us down the path to a divorce. I wondered if you were going elsewhere because I wasn't adventurous enough in bed. That's when I gave up wearing pyjamas. You seemed to like that.”“Years ago you stopped asking me for a blow job, because I always said 'no'. So about a week after you got back from Melbourne I offered to give you a blow job, and, of course, you said 'yes'. The next night you asked if you could eat my pussy and I agreed to that. I. “Oh god that feels so good, the Champagne is tingling all over me.” I join her on the bed and trace my lips over the path of the liquid. Applying very little pressure, just using the tip of my tongue gently. This drives Kym crazy and I heighten her desire by gently tweaking her nipple whilst lightly circling the other, she is squirming now and obviously turned on. I remove my hands from her breasts and trail my tongue down over her toned stomach and over her curly pubes, deliberately kissing. Leave me something to fantasise about! If you did that I'd have to come up with something else. You finished in there?" In a minute. Light a candle?" Sure. Where would you like me to put it?" Ho! On the table for preference. I wouldn't want you to set fire to yourself." Good point! I'm not that into jamming things up me in any case. Unless they happen to be your tongue or cock." Vibrators?" Too sensitive!" Mary stood and placed a scented candle on the table. She lit it, then dimmed down the.