During our sex talk, Dani had put it out there that it wasn't unusual for married women in the Philippines to have boyfriends. Dani was sharp and had ...ead me well; when I heard that my ears pricked up and the idea of her fucking other men became almost an obsession with me. Eventually she did begin dating, and pretty much moved into the spare bedroom. Once or twice a week she'd jerk me off and answer all my questions about the guy she was dating, the kind of things they did in bed, stuff like. I looked down and saw his cock covered in white goo. Craig got to his feet and said, “Holy shit that’s a lot of cum.”Craig asked, “Do you want me to turn on the shower so you can clean up?”I replied, “No not yet.” I laid there as he left the room. I couldn’t believe how good my body felt. My mind was drifting on clouds of pleasure. I thought about Dans’ huge cock stretching my pussy. I thought about my husband feverishly licking my cum filled hole. I had one last thought and then fell. From his backpack, he drew out a small grease paint kit and began to apply it to his face. When he was finished, he turned to me and began to paint MY face! Every movement of his fingers was perfectly defined and sensuous, and as he trailed his oily fingers over my nose, cheeks, and lips, I began to feel a tingle in my pussy. Then from somewhere, he materialized three glowing balls that he began juggling in the air. Every once in awhile he would stop and add another ball, until he had five. " That's true," said Annette, "but couldn't you just be friends?"I laughed. I explained that I loved Wendy the same way she loved me, but we shared a special pleasure when we had a chance to with Einstein. "Wouldn't you want your friends to feel as good as possible when all you have to do is enjoy some quality intimate time with them?" You can't justify letting some guy, even if it is Patrick, getting his rocks off as a sign of friendship," said Annette."But what if we're getting our 'rocks'.