To combat this impression, this week I would like to tell a story from before I met Boy. I had just bid the book museum (also known at the main branch...of the New York Public Library) where I grew up farewell, said goodbye to the two stone lions outside that I had always thought of as my parents, and headed downtown to find a younger, hipper scene more suited to my own joie de vivre than such stuffy environs.If you haven't read "A Girl Named Boy" or "A Tomcat and a Gentleman," let me summarize. He looks at her and says, “Show him how much you love my cock, Amber.”I watch my wife free what must be at least 8 inches of cut, shaved, and smooth cock into her hands. She looks at me smiling and winks as she slowly begins to lick and swirl the head of his big and powerful cock. I watch as Brian runs his finger through her hair as I helplessly look on. “Watch this, baby” she says, as her eyes never lose their glaze into mine.I watch Brian's shaft slowly disappear into her hot wet mouth. Up. We must have been fine-tuned to each other because we both came out of the showers with just our gowns on and nothing underneath. You are wearing the red satin one with just a single tie at the waist that I bought you for our last Christmas together and I was wearing the brocade one that you had given me for my last birthday.I had already set the table for two with lighted candles in front of the fire and had placed a bottle of chilled wine in the ice bucket at the side of the table. You. I immediately began to actively suck, continuing to torture my pussy with fingers. He was clearly pleased with my skills in oral sex. I first gently took the lips of his head - Now I fill your mouth with a warm sperm whore - I heard his voice through the splashing of his big eggs in my chin and sloshing with drool ... and at the same moment in ... my mouth poured tart brackish sperm, and I immediately finished myself . I quickly began to swallow, trying to swallow everything so as not to.