Then there are the deep, wet, emphatic kisses, tongues twisting and pushing, licking their chins, noses and cheeks, as hands fumble for the erotic, er...genous areas.His hands, holding her face, with his palms on her cheek bones, their eyes locked in unspoken adoration, that seem to be shouting out, every fear that I have.That is what a cuckold is and not even her soft and generous, tight hugs in bed later, as she relived the exciting moments, when her lover filled her, with him, completely. Remembering the lessons he’d gotten from an Italian whore when he’d been a stripling lad in Boston, he lowered himself between her legs and scooted down until her pretty cunny was level with his face. Inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her, he sucked her pleasure bud into his mouth.She screamed and tried to escape, tearing at his hair as she jerked his head away from her cunny. “You can’t do that! It’s dirty!”“Don’t fight me, Abby,” he warned. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, he pushed her back. Laying there as her skin air dried she thought of all the ways she could arrange a chance meeting with her new neighbors. All of her ideas seemed so staged and silly. She didn’t think she could hold a straight face while asking to borrow a cup of sugar. If only she had a dog, she could let it out into their yard and go looking for it. But, she didn’t actually need a dog. She could just say that it was lost. No, that wouldn’t work. What if they wanted to help her look for it. Then, when they. Soon he found that if he rubbed his penis while he looked, he could make the stuff come out even more -- plus that felt pretty good, too.In time the books were just about all he could think about. Then he started thinking about other women, women he saw every day, and what they'd look like naked. He even thought about his mom, which he didn't think was very nice but he couldn't help it.He got even bolder and tried to think of ways to see real women naked. There didn't seem to be too many, but.