This was going to be very interesting.I rand the bell, and the wife answered. She was tall -- about 5'10" or so -- in her 50s, heavyset with large, pe...dulous breasts and an equally ample bottom that were packed into a faded blue jumpsuit. Her blonde hair was cut into a page-boy style that was popular back when I was in high school, but it didn't really suit her face. Her make-up was simple and sensible, as was her jewelry and her nails. Nothing flashy about her. She stuck out her hand and I. Rubbing a hand along its swollen crimson length, he coatedhis fingers with his own juice, now leaking in a pale glistening stream fromthe blinking eye. Finger coated with pre-cum he gentlygrasped the swollen clit, rubbing so gently his touch was almost a whisper ofbreath. With his other hand, he grasped the dangling slippery string andtugging, began to pull. Deep within her womb, she felt the tugging.Her clit flamed and it felt as if her entire womb was being pulled out frombetween her legs.. When Burt had been filling me in on the situation at the ranch (and he was Burt then, letting me know what to expect and what he thought my relationship with the others would be), he mentioned Kyle as an afterthought, "Of course, then, there's Kyle. He's my daughter's boyfriend." I wondered if that was the only value he held for the rest of the group. It had to be tough, thinking you're just as superior as everyone else, being considered an afterthought by your peers. The only one lower in. Needed the thrill of getting Scott to cheat. Taking him completely wasn’t an option.‘Just like how I need Scott taken for me to orgasm.’Jean bit her lip.‘And god do I miss cumming!’The psychic had known for ages that she was into cuckqueening. Men could do anything to her body, completely devote themselves to her… and she would barely get moist. But have her watch from a closet or behind a door Scott taking someone else? Oh, Jean would cum before she could even get her fingers between her folds.