When I returned home my wife was out running errands or shopping or whatever it is that women do with themselves during the day. I was just glad she w...sn't home. I stripped and immediately started to masturbate but I couldn't concentrate. For months I dreamed about sucking cock and now that I had done it three different times all I could think about was Angela. I would continue to suck Phil off but now I wanted to be Angela's pet. I wanted to serve her. It was so confusing that I couldn't cum. She spread her legs and her fingers rubbedthrough the pantyhose. She then slipped her hand inside her pantyhose andpanties and threw her head back in ecstasy. Her hand moved faster andfaster and she groaned louder then her body shuddered and she screamed.After a few seconds her body went limp. Her head rose and faced me. "Didyou enjoy that as much as me? Thought not, how could you sissy! Well Icame thinking about you sucking a mans cock while I am being screwed by areal man!" She put the light. I had just settled into position when Tom beganshooting his load. I knew Joyce would swallow it. Shealways says she has never tasted bad cum. Some betterthan others perhaps, but never bad. She never spits thecum out and always laps up any spills. I have a veryneat wife.Joyce swallowed Tom’s initial blast but almost chokedas he shot his second. I snapped the shutter just as avery thick glob of white jism flowed out of Joyce’smouth and around Tom’s cock. It was so thick that. At the light kisses, Mary gave a little shiver.“Can you take your hair out of its braid?” Stan whispered in her ear. “I want to run my fingers through it.”Mary quickly wiggled out of his arms and sat up, undoing her braid. Once she had it unfastened she worked her fingers through it to untangle it until it fell in waves mid-way down her back. When she lay back down Mary made sure that she was facing Stan. As his hand started to comb through her hair, Mary’s hand inched down until her fingers.