Hubby reached forward to touch my ass as I swerved to avoid his hand.“You can’t seriously be going out somewhere dressed like that?” Hubby queri...d“This outfit isn’t for you! I bought it and will wear it for my new lover!” I informed hubby “But if you behave I’ll wear it for you some other time, unless I’m out on another date getting more cock!” I giggled “So you’re really going out and going to get fucked?” Hubby queried“I’m not technically going out, I’m going across to his apartment where we. On auto pilot, I fill my mug and inhale the slightly tangy, coppery scent of the spectacular brew that needs no sweetener and not a drop of dairy. My first sip confirms it brewed long enough, though it’s a bit thicker than usual. A deeper waft confirms the essentials I recognize, chicory, espresso, chocolate, vanilla, anise, and some secret component that my neighbor and personal barista, Loquacious, refuses to disclose. What an unusual, ironic name that is for someone who barely speaks. Yet, I. Even as she told herself that all of this was wrong, she grabbed the shaft of James' cock and, leaning forward just a bit, wrapped her lips around the head.Mai's small oriental hand, barely completing the circle around his pulsing shaft, was excruciatingly slow as it moved up and down her stepson's cock. Her lips were teasing the crown with their constant rubbing. Her tongue moved in a counter clockwise direction around the tip, occasionally stopping to lap up the copious amount of pre cum. She looked down at the aisle, at her smiling husband, and watched him, as he blew her a kiss, and said, "It's okay. I love you, I always will, but it's time for you to move on. He's a good man...you deserve so much more than what you have now." "Michael..." was out of her mouth, in a whisper, and she closed her eyes against the tears that were threatening to overflow. She knew in her heart of hearts now, that Michael was giving her his blessing to move on with this handsome Texan she had met,.