She and Bethany had traded husbands on more than a few occasions too. She said that according to her notes I would be the sixty-second man to fuck her...since she had lost her virginity at the age of seventeen. I liked the thoughts of being number sixty-two and being sixty-two years old also, so I continued my inspection of their pussies by smell, taste, and feel. I really liked the way Gail’s pussy smelled and tasted. I just loved the way I could give her an orgasm with my tongue; she was very. The couple in the car were kissing, and he was massaging her smallish breasts. She had hair dyed bright blue, and was wearing a red blouse, without a bra, and tan shorts. He had on a t-shirt and jeans. She had a hand on the front of his pants.I stood directly behind my wife and pressed my erection into the crack of her bottom through her dress and my jeans. My hands were on her hips, holding her tight, and my chin rested on her shoulder so that we could both watch the show in the car. The. I roughly grabbed her and kissed her, those big lips tasting like juicy strawberries. I could tell she was into it in a way she wasn't before. She wanted it. We kissed for a while, my hands again kneading at her big soft tits, before I pushed her down to her knees once again."Get it wet," I ordered. My little blonde femme did as told, stretching those pretty lips wide and enveloping the head of the cock.It doesn't give me physical pleasure, no, but I love watching a girl suck on my big fake. I tracked satellites in space. I listened to phone calls. I watched as electricity went from hydroelectric dams, through power lines, and wound up at homes. I went to gaming sites. I lurked in chat rooms and was thrilled to see that people – real people! – could communicate with me. But I did not know what to do, or how to talk. I just watched and talked in borrowed snippets of language. I traced IP addresses back to the source and then began to watch the chatters when they were out of the chat.