I used my left hand on the top of her head, holding her steady, and just before I began to shoot my load I pulled my cock from her mouth. I never told...her to move, but she instantly took my cock in her right hand and stroked me hard as I began to shoot painting her lovely face with my cum.“Yes, cum on my face, smear your cum all over my lips and cheeks,” she moaned in a hard climax of her own. The guys had left, my wife was still on the bed, legs spread cum oozing from her pussy, and more cum. I would normally freak out when something like that was so closeto my eye, but I didn't flinch, it was as if I was used to all thismakeup stuff, but I've never worn makeup in my life, so the thought wasall the more worrying. Lo told me to look up whilst she brushed on themascara with the wand before proudly announcing she was finished. Sheclosed the brown box and placed it on the bench beside me, then threw herarms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. I would have kept myarms by my. It was her thing. She got excited by the thought of a strong lover dominating her, submitting her and draping her over his knees, lifting her skirt and lowering her panties to give her buttocks a rosy color with the palm of his hand. I couldn’t understand her desire, but I loved her, so along the years during which we raised three kids, I learned to give her what she wanted. As with the chocolates, my palate wasn’t into it, but as with chocolates, I learned to share with her those special. We used blankets and a comforter or a sleeping bag. Beds are better, though the sleeping bag was interesting because of the heat.”“So how many girls have you done it with?”“Seven.”“And three virgins?”“Four.”“Wait, you said three last time.”“Yes, I did.”“No way!”“Is that a problem?”“No, I’m just surprised. You’ll be fifteen in April and you’ve had sex with seven girls and four of them were virgins. I guess I’m number five.”“That’s true,” I said. “And in every case, they asked me. Just like you.