Now I saw that her "lingamette" was sticking out beneath her bim, beneath suspicious-looking twin baggy globes as well--and Cygnette's "lingamette" wa... much larger than my little lingam!Dazed by the shock of the sudden sight, I entered a private shower cubicle at the end of the narrow hallway with Cygnette. I stripped; my lingam was still hard; but suddenly I felt abashed at the thought of plunging Cygnette in the male straightforward way with my tiny plunger, while knowing Cygnette was a male. There was a moaning-wailing sound?...It was me! As I felt her tongue on the head of my cock it began. I had barely the time to pull out and grab my disk when the first rope came flying out. My property had angled her face just right, and it looked incredible as I felt the joy of unloading my goo on her face. It spewed on her forehead, nose and cheek. A roaring release washed over me, as spurt after spurt of my goo marked my property’s face, some even getting in her hair. But yes, that was. The more we got know her the more apparent it became that she had led a bit of sheltered life and had only ever slept with her husband who sounded quite a boring type and she was quite shocked at some of the things that Mrs O had told her which amused us no end.One day while we talking around the pool Mrs O suggested that she had a night out with us as she seemed to spend every night with her parents who liked to turn in early and of course she jumped at the chance so we arranged to meet at. .. she’d had women make a play for her too!Lesbianism was all in fashion; but still just as messy; that’s for sure.Men she came into contact with socially, at the country-club or at concerts, occasionally indicated they were up for a fling with her; seeming to sense she was in a sexless marriage?It was true; she and George no longer shared a bed; or had sex.The medication he takes since having his heart bypass gradually drained him of any sexual appetite. So George got himself a dog to share.