Needless to say I was thrilled when I discovered my husband. He loved to hear me tell him the stories of my sexual escapades. And that is how it all s...arted. My husband (then my boyfriend) and I started role-playing fantasies he had always wished had happened to him, but sadly never did. Those fantasies began rather routine, i.e. me in costumes and outfits, me playing the stranger who lets him have her, etc. Eventually, those fantasies expanded to all sorts of fun role-playing, i.e. me letting. I reached for his belt and his flies, tearing them open, and pushing his jeans and shorts down his thighs. His cock sprang out and upwards, pointing rigidly towards my chin. To be honest it wasn't the largest I had ever seen but it was more than enough to make a girl happy. I giggled and said "So they weren't exaggerating." With that I dropped to my knees, just as he had described and took his length between my lips. I could quite happily have sucked him to a climax like that, there and then,. I was trying to honor both my tradition of the Incubus as a demon and my own Irish heritage. Hector had a reputation in the local community as a man good with animals, horses in particular, so we had him come around a few times per week to help out with the two horses we had purchased. About a week before I hired him full time, he came to me about his son, Hector, Jr. Hector had been caught on my ranch with a bunch of his high school buddies lighting a campfire and drinking. The local sheriff. She was wearing a skirt that whilst not an ultra-mini, certainly was in the mini league and well above her knees. She had sat facing him with a small low oval table between them. Lisa must have felt my eyes probing her, for she looked up, with a grin she slowly crossed her legs, Theo had his back to me, but if my wife was knickerless that day, he would have defi¬nitely seen at that point. As it was she was now showing anyone, in that pub that now cared to look, a couple of inches of bare thigh,.