I had noticed in the past, that I was extremely turned on by large ejaculations, so I truly enjoyed swallowing it all and feeling him continue to expl...de with each spasm of his cock. Knowing that I was able to turn a guy on so much, that he released large amounts of spunk, made me very horny. We chatted and I danced until our time in the room was done and then I walked him back to the table where we joined his two friends. They pitched in and bought me a drink, so I sat with them and flirted. I rise from the bed, trying to be careful not to disturb my wife’s rest, and venture as quietly as the creaky old wooden floors in the house will allow to our bathroom. I sit and think a bit…about yesterday’s visit to the hospital, and the good news I was given there…it wasn’t my heart. In the past few weeks I’ve been experiencing some mild, but recurring pressure/pain symptoms in my chest…just to the left of my sternum…and given my extra weight, high blood pressure, and family history as risk. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for counseling. The woman was having an affair with a young man in. Large but perky breasts tipped with pink areolas and darker pink nipples which stood out. From there, her torso tightened to a noticeable waist before flaring out into shapely hips. Her tummy pooched out somewhat, but there was no sag. Thighs were thick but tight. Just a hint of cellulite.Looking at Trish, I gestured toward the bed. She giggled and crawled up onto the foot on all fours, giving me an excellent view of her amazing ass. I could see her wet pussy lips between her thighs. Stretching.