He thought of how the man watching that game had no idea how his not-so-innocent girlfriend had her mouth around a giant cock. The thought was enough ...o make him lose it. He humped up off the chair and towards her face, and she could hear his breathing grow even more laboured. She sucked on him as fast as she could, wanting him to cum. She felt his hands grab the back of her head and he held her steady. ‘Ohhhh…’ Ryan moaned, and Charmaine felt his penis pulsate in her mouth. Hot, thick liquid. It felt good to be in a man's arms after three months, but also very strange knowing that it was my friend's husband and that she was sitting on the bed watching everything we did. It also felt a little too intimate kissing him. I had just got used to the fact that Carey was going to let him fuck me, but somehow cuddling and particularly kissing seemed wrong. I held myself a little stiff avoiding his mouth as I turned my head to look at Carey. She was smiling encouragingly and nodded as if to. Although he was really annoyed about having to have his pool drained, so that they could ensure they'd found all the pieces of broken glass. Although I'll give you, he did refuse to let me pay for the window that Phil Turner made his escape through. You know, I do believe that John made Phil Turner pay for the thing. I'm sure someone told me that.Yeah well, Phil Turner didn't stop to open the latch did he? Or, to put his clothes on after he'd climbed out of John's pool, before legging it from. I wasn’t sure that I could go as far on the mistreating her as some of her partners had gone; although I had to assume it was mostly acting and that no lasting damage or pain were inflicted, some of it was a little far down the BDSM route for my comfort zone. I was also assuming that the real nasty stuff had been for the money, not for the enjoyment, and she wouldn’t want to do that as part of a ‘normal’ intimate relationship.Not that the new ‘normal’ would ever be the same as the old ‘normal’.