I can taste his sweet pre-cum directly at the back of my throat each time he drills into my hungry mouth.He'll sense that he is close and stops, not w...nting to stop the fun too early. I take note he is close and grin knowing I too can not take it much longer. I guide him back to the sofa and lube my arse hole while he carefully strokes himself. He holds his cock pointing upwards as I climb on top of him, my legs each side of his thighs and I lower myself down him. It's a slow ride as I tease. " You're wrong, Meemi," Ann said. "You're wrong. Jeff might not love you the way he does us wives, but he respects you..." Bosh..." He doesn't talk about you behind your back, well other than a comment or two about dreading what you're going to do next. He's said a lot of good things, too," Arlene said.Susan took Arlene's cigarette from her hand and put it out in the ashtray. "You two are rationalizing because you love both of us and don't want to see us fighting. That man detests me...". . But you're driving. Stupid bloody traffic. Big freaking accident on the 401 because some idiot driver decided it would be smart to play chicken with an 18 wheeler." "Ok, ok! I'll drive!" We switched spots, I put the 'tank' into drive, and eased out of the parking spot. I checked my mirrors, but didn't really need to-- there were 2 airport buses, a few taxis, and a stretch limousine. As we got to the on-ramp for the 407, we started to talk about how we'd been in our various travels. It sounded. ’ ‘Wonderful, that exactly what I wanted to hear.’ ‘But you’re right, your punctuation does need help.’ ‘I know. Like I said, I get into my story and my fingers just get ahead of my brain sometimes.’ ‘I’ve highlighted the points where I’ve added or corrected anything.’ ‘Perfect. I knew we’d be great together.’ She smiled, picked up her glass and said, ‘That remains to be seen. I never would have guessed that you’d write erotica.’ ‘There’s just a touch of pervert in me.’ ‘As in most men,’ and.