So I am sharing more of my experience.Her hands were still on her eyes. I put my hand on her panty. As she felt me touch, she opened her eyes.She- Wha... is this?Me- Let me adjust it.She- You wanted to see, you have seen. But no touching, please.Me- It’s ok but it’s not fitted properly. Let me adjust it.She- No need. It’s fine. I like it.Me- Don’t say to please me. Let me set it.She- Please don’t do this. But I didn’t listen. My hand was on her panty. I took my second hand there. I just held the. The good women of the ladies’ auxiliary were bringing them out.A smorgasbord of culinary treats greeted the participants. They had smoked hams, bacon, some batter fried chicken, bacon, venison roasts, more bacon, beef roasts and ribs, potatoes, yams, beans, corn, greens, and pies. There were all the pies, too. Apple and cherry and peach and pumpkin and squash and rhubarb pies.A table filled with wrapped and unwrapped presents was at the end of the food line and off to the side a little. Many. Hello.” I groaned awkwardly.“Hey.” He said coolly. “How you feelin’? Couldn’t handle the shots, huh?” “No,” I grabbed my head. “I feel pretty shitty, and I can’t move. What happened last night? I don’t remember anything.”“We fucked.” He stated plainly.I snorted, “Yeah, I remember that part. I don’t think I could ever forget that. I mean after that.”He smirked and reached over me to grab his cigarettes off the nightstand. “Well after we fucked, you passed out.” He said then lit his cigarette. I dropped to my knees, opening my red lips to put my tongue out and lick along the slit of the cock. I opened my mouth wider and began to suck on the thick cockhead. It was huge; I started sucking harder and harder, trying to slide along as much of its shaft as I could manage.He said he did not want my mouth; he wanted my married cunt. He would enjoy fucking me right on Victor’s brand new pool table. The bastard added that was for sure the only place where my hubby had not fucked me yet…Before.