‘Get the condom off and let me suck you,’ I gasped, wanting his cock back inside me, even if it was only the head, I wanted it and wanted the tast... of him. He was quickly off the bed and I heard the rustle of the tissues he used to pull it off of himself and then felt the head of his cock touch my lips and I opened my mouth and took the head in, the foreskin having rolled right back and got that taste I wanted, sucking out the last of his coming. I licked him clean and gave the head a last kiss. .. no... I didn't..." Sure you did," Harry continued relentlessly. "And with Hans, too. He told me everything baby, you know that? He told me how you let him eat your little pussy, he told me how you loved every bite of that hungry cunt of yours."Lynn threw her hands to her ears, trying to block out the obscene words he was drumming into her head, trying to rid herself of the unwelcome images his lewd descriptions were painting on her mind."It isn't true! It isn't!" It is true, and you know it!. When you catch your breath again, you take a second look.Okay... they're still naked.Richard is like a slightly younger version of Kat – same golden tan, some dark blonde hair, blue eyes just a shade darker than hers. His cock is hard and thick, you notice - maybe eight, eight and a half inches.They stand at almost the same moment. Richard extends a hand. “Hi, I'm Richard.” You take the proffered hand – strong grip, but not crushing – and shake it.Meanwhile, Kat is saying, “Jim! I'm so glad you. My wife was less distant, less grim-faced, though she still didn’t give any indication of wanting sex from me. Then one weekend morning, about a week after I got back from Chicago, I caught her masturbating in bed. I had gotten up early to put the coffee on and read the paper, and when I came back to the bedroom to get dressed she was lying on her back, her T-shirt pulled up and her pajama bottoms pulled down, one hand caressing her tits and the other stroking her clit. This wasn’t the.