Whenever I would let him cum on my breasts, I always ran to the bathroom afterward. He probably thought I was just cleaning up, but instead I was star...ng at my naked breasts in the mirror, covered in his cum. Then, I would watch myself as I licked it all up. Those bathroom cum-licking sessions always ended the same. I masturbated. Sometimes I would remove all of my clothes and just rub myself off. Other times I would just press my clit up against the bathroom counter. If I pushed and moved just. I suckled those mountains of joy for a while playing with the one I wasn’t sucking. I then began to work my way down her tummy until I reached her mound. It was covered with a light red field of hair, so I knew she was a natural redhead. I pulled her lips apart with my fingers and slid my tongue down and around that glorious garden of Eden. My tongue wanted to stay there all night just lapping at her nectar and teasing her protruding clit. Hilda was in Heaven, or so she said. I don’t. We could not do this, it was not right. And her husband would kill me if he knew I was kissing his wife. But I could not stop and neither could she. I said, “this isn’t right, we have to stop before it’s too late.” She said we didn’t have to have intercourse, we could just make out for a while then I could go. “No one but us will ever know, I promise. I want you”, she said. Before I could answer, she had pulled me down to the couch and we were embracing and kissing again. This time our. Remember feedback is very welcome, as long as it is constructive. If more sexually explicit content is needed I can go back and include more. _____________________________________________________________________________________ I suppose the best place to start would be by telling you about where I grew up. I live in the UK far outside even a small village, our closest neighbours where exactly 28 miles away. Forests dappled in misty rays of sun in the morning and swarms of mid flies on hot.