You eat pussy great."Who was this? For the life of him, Anthony couldn't figure it out, and that sort of came as a surprise to him. I suppose this is ...hat it feels like to be nothing more than a piece of meat, he thought."Climb on, I guess, whoever you are," Anthony sighed. "But why am I blindfolded?" he asked."We don't want you to know who we are," the voice answered."Why not? I won't tell anyone." Because some of us don't want you to know who's sucking your cock," a voice answered, and. “You dry yourself here and let me go and change the sheets upstairs. I fear that Lisa and I may have made a bit of a mess,” Maggie said. She looked a bit sheepish.“I don’t care, that’s part of you now. I’m happy to use the same sheets you used.”In fact, I was excited at the thought.“If you’re sure, then we can go upstairs now together,” Maggie said.We both dried each other, taking particular care of our intimate parts. I studied my wife’s body. I still loved her small breasts, even in their. He had tried to convince her to wear the sweater she had on now, but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to be playing poker while wearing it. As soon as Robert tried to tell her how good she looked in something more revealing than the attire she usually wore to the tables, she froze up, and he realized that he had best drop the subject, she was obviously not going to change her mind. They agreed to meet back at his room at one o’clock. There were very few poker players at the tables in the. “Sorry, but my feet were too hot,” she said, wiggling her toes in her damp socks.His nose wrinkled at the unforgettable smell. He hadn’t counted on being able to avoid it entirely, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. He blushed as the stink brought in a flood of memories he tried not to dwell on.“Um...” He coughed. “Well, at least you waited until the meal was done.”“Of course I did, silly. I was eating too.”He tried to continue the conversation, but his mood was broken, and his overtures felt.