There came a night when I slipped out of my own bed, naked, and gingerly tiptoed to his room. The door was open, I looked inside, and then I collapsed...to the floor, sobbing and moaning. He was masturbating! No man should have to do that! That's why God put US here!He heard me and looked at me. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, hon, I, I should've closed the door, and, um, you know, locked it." NO!!!" I screamed. "I don't want ever to be locked out of your bed!" My bed? Don't you mean my room, hon?"I remember. I needed it. Finally I worked up the courage. I kicked my jeans over to the hole, and walked over, dropping to my knees. I sat there for a moment, I had come this far, what would MD want from me, what would turn her on, please her, even with her not being here how can I serve her? With that I grasped the bottom of the hole, my fingers wrapping around and appearing on the other side. I stayed like that, paralyzed for a moment until I heard rustling and movement, something blocked the light from. As he worked his way down to her ankle, he relentlessly continued to push his cock into her throat so he could feel the tight constriction of her throat around the bulbous end of his knob. Every time she swallowed, which was often, he felt her throat tighten and then relax, milking his solid prick. He felt her lips around the root of his cock and knew he could go no further. He gently started fucking her throat without any assistance from her while he worked his way back up her leg, massaging. While he gently massaged my clit, it occurred to me that in addition to the extra pounds that I had put on, I also hadn't trimmed my pubic hair in months. He must have been reading my mind because he said softly " Wow, I love the bush, it's so sexy. I always wanted you to grow it out natural when we were together but you insisted on keeping it trimmed." Speaking again, he said " I remember how wet you would get from being out here in the open. I always loved the taste of your pussy when I would.