Without delay, I gently reached down and got so surprised by her nice cock, a feeling of amazement sweep over my mind. Gently holding her manhood, I r...ached lower to the base of her cock to find to my surprise a warm wet pussy. Now things were so sweet, my cock raged to life. Not only did my love have a cock, but she also was blessed with a pussy. As I leaned over her kissing her gently on the mouth, I slowly began to move lower to her lovely globes. A perfect body except for a tiny natural. It was when he was in there that he boldly rummaged through the hamper. He didn't really have to dig around to find the panties that he was hoping to find, they happened to be right on top of the other unwashed things. Before coming here, this was his one hope. He didn't think he'd get lucky, but he figured even if he did, it would take a while. Now he found these right up front.His friends knew of him as a cunt man, an opinion which he promoted. What he never let on was that he also had some. Not with people watching. It is fine in my head but not when it was actually happening to me. He seemed to be angry with me and the way he slapped me around is hurtful. He ripped the pasties off my nipples, and squeezed them roughly. It hurt like hell. I tried to be stoic and focus on pleasing him as he pushed his cock into my mouth. It sort of helped me to gather my senses... I love this... I love him. I could suck him, but when it came to the others... no, I couldn't think about it. I. Marriages and distance never changed their friendship. For Lynn, there had only been one marriage, to me. Married life hadn’t been as easy for Georgia. She had fallen into and out of three marriages since college with her longest one lasting six years. After her last marriage failed, Georgia moved into a small cabin in woods Tennessee, determined to become an artist. ‘Georgia always had a thing for you,’ Lynn told me as we drove for a weekend visit. I laughed. That wasn’t a newsflash. ‘I think.