I know some of you are going to call me a nasty skank, probably even stop reading right here, disgusted by my fantasy but it's my fantasy. That's the ...reat thing about a fantasy, it's only in your mind. You don't have to share it with anyone and rarely do we live our fantasies out. Usually an attempt trying to live out a fantasy is a disappointment, reality rarely lives up to our expectations.For this reason so many of us never even attempt living out our fantasies or even sharing them with. Besides if you use your mouth it’ll make me cum faster anyway,” Reggie persisted.“Who says I want you to cum so fast?” she said smiling deviously, as she continued sliding her hands up and down his cock. “I’m enjoying the feeling of your rock hard dick in my hands,” she added.“Damn, you’re killing me! I want to feel your lips on my cock so bad!” Reggie sighed. I watched as my wife looked him in the eyes for a moment before lowering her head into his lap. She opened her mouth and wrapped her. ‘Do you have a wife?’ the other asked. ‘No I do not.’ ‘Did you ever?’ The same one asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Why don’t you have her anymore?’ The same one persisted. ‘She liked someone else more than me, so we parted.’ ‘You mean you divorced, right?’ ‘Yes,’ I said flinching through this third degree. ‘Do you work?’ The first girl asked. ‘I am a teacher.’ ‘What do you teach?’ She continued. ‘This next semester I will be teaching economics, business management 101, and a statistics class,’ I said. They both. Earlier that evening the two women had been in the sitting room of the flat overlooking the garden, the late evening sun gilding the leaves on the trees. They had had a glass of wine each as they unwound from their separate, busy days. Friday evenings were their close time, their period of togetherness, reserved exclusively for each other. She had looked at her Mistress as she sipped the wine. The gun metal full skirt that spread around her thighs on the seat. The pale blue silk blouse, open.