" I looked at her then said, equally calmly:"I think it might be a good idea to ring your mother and ask her to come round. We'll continue this conver...ation when she arrives." ... But..." Just call her, please, and tell her the sooner the better."Robyn picked up the cordless telephone handset and carried it over to the sofa. As she pressed the button for her parents' home number, she sat looking at me while the call was connecting."—Hello, Mummy! Yes, I gave them to him. No, he didn't ... in. As I continued to suckle and service him with my mouth, he grew alternately rock-hard and softened up slightly. At odd times, I would lick and mouth his balls – he didn't seem to mind and gave me freedom in servicing him. Once, I tried to lick a little farther below his balls as some of my lovers had enjoyed that kind of play. With a gentle gesture in my hair, he directed me back to his shaft. This man didn't go in for anything but pleasure to his cock - that seemed evident. Once even, he. I love to be liked. But yes, your disgust won't stop my desire to fuck outside my marriage. It is the spice of my life. Losing it would turn me into the most boring of persons. And who needs that?My husband George doesn't deserve a depressed wife, does he? I promise to be careful. There is no need for him to know what puts the bubble in me. Wouldn't that spoil it all, for him and for me? I need my little holidays. I bring them home as a gift. Like a fresh tan from Aruba. Or a healthy blush from. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting and I finished quite quickly. I waited outside for the gang to finish and then we headed off to the pub. Every one was a great mood now that the exam was over, but one by one people started to drift away so by last orders there was only Kevin, Dave and Danny left with me and by now I was well away, most of the guys having bought me at least one drink during the evening.We all piled into Dave car, with me sandwiched between Kevin and Danny in the back. Just as.