”“And me?” I asked, placing my engorged tip against her closed orifice, letting a mouthful of spit slide down my tongue, and drip onto the flesh... crevice of her behind, “do you think your husband would approve?”“No, he wouldn’t.”“Are you sure? Don’t you think he would enjoy listening to his wife lose her anal virginity?” Her pause was perfect; it couldn’t have been better timed if it had been scripted.“Yes.”“Yes, what?”“Yes, he would.” This was greeted by a dull thump from our invisible. Or he does it on the couch and I sit on the floor in front of him and watch is perfect balls wobbling up and down in time with his jacking motions. Nowadays I always jack off with him, I can't help myself. I always imagine that he's fucking me in the ass, or in my mouth and I always have an exquisite cum when he shoots off. It's just so sexy watching John cum. I only wish he'd let me help him do it. "Yes, John, you look so masculine lying there beating off. Don't you wish Melissa was here and. ’ ‘Am I?’ he mocked her as he took a drink. ‘Prove it.’ ‘What?’ She gasped. This is what she was afraid of. She was going to sent away to convent, her baby taken away from her. She’d never find a husband. She would be forced to be a nun. She didn’t want to be a nun. ‘I said, prove it.’ He repeated. ‘You took my innocence.’ ‘So.’ ‘You made me pregnant.’ ‘I fucked you, true. You might have been a virgin, but who’s to say you didn’t go out the next day and spread your legs for another man?’ He. I really feel sexy, almost dirty remembering my crotchless thong.On the way out of the restroom I ran into my neighbor John. Hey Kristy, boy look at you. It looks like not just the bride is going to get fucked tonight your husband must be aching to bend you over and take you as soon as you get into the house.Hah, my husband? He's out of town on business.Interesting.Not for me it's not I said as John ran two fingers down my cleavage pulling the top pf my dress slightly open.The touch of another.