“I’ve already seen your cock and it ain’t like your wife has anything to be shy about.”Jane looked up at me she seemed half drunk off the natu...al beauty. “I’m okay with it if you are,” she said.She had that look of desire in her eyes that I can never say no to. Whenever she wants something she just gives me that look and any objection I might have collapse under the weight of wanting to make her happy. “Okay.”“Alright, let’s do it,”Buck said. He’d already ditched his shirt and boots. Jane and I. " Quickly and obediently, I buried my face between your wet thighs, tasting every last good drop of your sexuality. I loved burying my face between your legs. I knew exactly how you liked your pussy eaten, and I was always willing to do it. I sucked slowly but firmly on your clit, while I slid my index and middle fingers into your womanhood, gently stroking your G-spot. You started to buck your hips, and again, I heard those sexy moans emerge from your lips. Fuck I missed turing you on. . You did me a favour.’ ‘How ironic.’ She answered. He frowned. ‘Emma, what’s wrong. Why do you feel like this? Talk to me, maybe I can help.’ She began to weep again, silently. He moved along the couch and put his arm around her shoulders, hugged her to him. With his free hand he stroked her hair. For a moment she froze, then she collapsed against his chest, her tears staining his shirt. Tenderly he held her, made soothing noises, laid his face alongside hers. The situation overcame her,. "Hal paused for a moment wondering if there was anything he'd missed. No, she was just pulling his leg."Like pour you a drink?" That's more like. A lemonade and lime please." Your every wish."He did that and poured himself a light ale.She smiled. "Thanks, Hal," she said warmly but, unable to restrain herself from teasing him, "a bit mingy on the ice." When you've drunk a bit and the ice has melted I might consider topping you up." Oh you would, would you?" Yup! With a touch more lemonade and.