Well, you might not like what you ask for I guess. I was sitting, watching TV on the couch when I felt my wife's hand cover my eyes, blocking my view ...f the Saturday night television shows. Her warm breath was sliding by my ear as she told me in a whisper it’s time for my surprise. I pulled away and turned to see her wearing a beige trench coat, knee-high light gray tartan socks and black heels. She has a gorgeous curvy body, which was being accentuated by the tight knot in the trench coat. Yvette cut off the top and peeled it nearly to the bottom. She seductively slid it into her mouth like she was a professional at cunnilingous."How deep can you take it?" Yvette asked Cin."I don't know. I've never tried before," Cin admitted. She grabbed another green banana and preparing it slid it into her mouth. She began to choke and pulled it out quickly, coughing."Relax your throat and breath through your nose," Yvette instructed."How do you know this?" Cin asked."Late night TV," she. We might want some help with this. A councilor..."Melanie nodded. "Yes... It'll be a post-mortem analysis, but yes, it will be useful. Melanie #2 though is gone forever." Ah..."Slow, lazy fingers tracing her bare ribs, Melanie sighing in deep contentment... "You sure?" Yes. Melanie #2 admitted final defeat on Friday. She was astonished by your love. She saw it in your eyes, saw your forgiveness and your love for me in your eyes. She and I had our final discussion during my Friday afternoon nap.. He kissed me harshly and I ran my hand along his arm and felt him pumping his fingers into his hole. He was really going at it, my saliva coated around his finger being pushed up into his ass.I brought my hand up into our kiss and inserted my finger into his mouth. He sucked on it as I had done to him; coating it in spit and making it all nice and wet. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and let them down to between his legs. I went back to his hole and felt his finger still going at it. I put.