Monica Coltraine was really something else. She and her husband had moved in down the block about a year or so ago. He traveled for some exercise equi...ment company and was only home about every other weekend. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but one thing becomes evident very quickly about married spouses -- they are a lot like campfires: unless you tend them frequently, they go out. Now the word was that Mr. Coltraine was a straight arrow, but naive enough to think he could leave a good. He felt she was intentionally prolonging his orgasm. Finally he just grabbed her face and pulled her off of him entirely.She giggled as she smiled up at him. She felt like she should be embarrassed or humiliated. For practically no reason she willingly dropped to her knees and put his most private of body parts in her mouth of all things. She chose to degrade herself from the status of a human with equal rights to someone submissive. Her crotch itched from how excited the whole situation made. I noticed Mummy didn't say anything else, just listened to me. Watchingthe way I sat, the way I now talked using my hands, looking at andtouching my pretty lace gloved hands. Just as I had observed Ashley'ssissy mannerisms. Only after being with Ashley, I realize my voiceisn't quite as feminine as I wished it was. Guess that is one boy thingI'll have to put up with.Once at home, after a lovely cup of Tea, a chat in which Mummy told menot to get to ahead of myself. That I shouldn't be wanting. Brooke wrapped her legs around his back as he gently entered her pussy. They were finally one. She started to move her hips, rising to meet each of his thrusts. She nibbled his ear and ran her tongue around it. She bit at his neck, holding him tightly, never wanting to let go. It was a pleasure beyond words to feel Steve moving in her, claiming her as his own. ‘Oh yeah, oh yeah,’ he groaned over and over. He thrust faster and faster. His body started to shudder. ‘Do it, do it, harder!’ she.