I coyly asked her, "Are you trying to make yourself a loose, little slut for me?" As I stripped off my clothes she responded, "Not yet, since if I did...try, you would not be able to fuck me properly. Where is the fun in that?"I moved up and replaced my wife's dildo with my dick. I told her how loose she felt and how much of a slut she was for always wanting her pussy stretched out. I started to fuck her harder and harder until she started coming. After she came down from her high, she started in. She guided him to a seat atthe breakfast bar and realized she had better start the laundry.Instead of coffee, Lysa poured a couple glasses of wine. Mark took a drink,then noticed his lipstick on the glass as he set it down. They talked for awhile about how a lady sits, how she walks and positions her arms andwrists, with Lysa having Mark practice through it all."Still want to catch that movie?" Lysa asked."Are you crazy?" responded Mark in disbelief."What do you mean? There will probably be at. Lick it again..." She guided him in how to eat her. "Put a finger in me. OHHHHHHH! Yes, fuck me with it. Keep licking while you do that... babydoll... give me two..." He slipped a second finger in her wet, sweet pussy and gently moved two fingers in and out while he lapped at her clit. Sally put her legs on his shoulders and ran her fingers through is hair. Her orgasm was building and she squeezed his head and started to push her hips into his face."I cumming... I cumming... Fuck!... fuck!!.... I always sleep nude, it’s this weird habit that I got into that I’ve been unable to break, so even on the couch I was au naturel. At least there was a sheet covering me. Sexually, I think it might have been the only daring thing I ever did… if you could even call it daring. I fell asleep quickly, like I usually do, naming Napoleon’s marshals in my head. It’s the historian’s equivalent to counting sheep. Murat… Soult… Ney… Chapter 3 I woke to the sensation of Mel shaking my shoulder violently..