She was an expert at teasing. One could tell another tease quite easily. "Shh..." he said quietly, as he lead her by the hand towards the shore.She lo...ked down the path towards the beach. The moon was shining, making it seem almost like a dull day. She glanced at the sky, as there were no clouds just a myriad of stars.Each twinkling brightly in the night sky.She was unafraid, she'd been to this beach many times both as a c***d and as a fully grown woman.Conscious of her own sexual needs and how. I'll pick up where I left off. After Tim had emptied his balls into my brides pussy he got off or her and went to the rest room. I was standing at the foot of our bed with a long stream of clear precum that reached from my chastised dick to the floor. My wife was laying on the bed with her legs wide open, her poor pussy was slightly reddened and the lips parted. She spoke up and asked if that was what I had in mind? I was literally shaking like if I were cold. In a Shakey voice I managed to say. "Lick...suck."Claire made a half hearted effort to comply, then yelped as she was lashed again."Try harder," said the voice. "You're going to keep doing this until you get it right."Claire increased her efforts. After a bit, her captor grunted and the back of her throat was spayed with a warm liquid."Swallow."Claire gulped and swallowed, then the rapidly shrinking member was pulled out. Claire's attempt to speak was interrupted as her stomach heaved and she threw up on the floor.."Damn," was. “Not sick I hope!” There was no response. So Keith bound up the stairs and flung open the bedroom door expecting to see his wife in bed. Perhaps he could get her a cup of Lemon tea or some cough medicine. What he did see, however, was Karen hurriedly pulling on her slacks, her breasts still uncovered, and, a great deal slower than his wife, Fiona’s naked and oversize body rummaging around on the floor for a bra or a pair of knickers. “Fucking hell, Karen! What the fuck’s going on here?” Keith.