I married my college sweetheart over forty years ago, and our marriage is strong. That strength has been, and is, tested almost on a daily basis, but ...ot because we ourselves have a problem. My wife and I both have blood relatives who have exhibited emotional/mental instabilities. We became aware of this when our son, George, started to go to public school. We had brought George up to be (what used to be called) a gentleman. That is, he was taught that it is never right to hit a girl/woman. He. "She seems to like that idea." Jen giggled."What do you think, Helen, would you like it if we did the same thing like now in a room full of strangers?"A whispered "oh my god" and an arching of her back was the only response Helen could give."Or in front of someone who knows you well?" No! Please!" Helen exclaimed, but the tingling in her nipples and the involuntary clenching of her pussy told her differently."I think you’re lying," Lisa remarked, but Helen was distracted from protesting by the. She agreed to it and started sucking my cock for 30 minutes and after she said I want drink your cum, now I was standing and she was laying on the bed edge and I took her both legs on my shoulders started fucking her for 30 minutes. The room was completely with rigorous noises and she was screaming “Imran aj meri chut faad de tu, mere pathi ka lund bahut chota hai, plese meri chut ki pyaas bhuja de bahut din se tadap rahi thi mei”. There after I changed her position to doggy again I fucked her. The salty flavor burst to life on my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy clenching and my dick throbbing. I followed the spunk higher and higher until I engulfed her nipple.I suckled.She cooed in delight. My eyes flicked around her tits, seeing more drops and lines and puddles of my spunk to enjoy. This ravenous hunger I didn't know I possessed surged through me. My tongue swept out, lapping up my spunk, gathering that salty jizz.“That's it, Alyessa,” she moaned. “Enjoy what you are. Don't hide it..