“Oh yes, so good, I am going to spend!” She gasped and poured cunt juice into the waiting mouth between her legs.Mary, who had been rubbing her cl...t as she sucked her mistress’s cunt felt her climax build as the taste of John’s spunk, and the fresh cunt juice now pouring into her mouth gave her the satisfaction her body craved. For any voyeur watching it would be a wonderful sight of the two women's bodies shaking and convulsing in their shared passion.And there was a voyeur watching. From a. Never allowed to wear pants or shorts of any kind. Your body was considered dirty and sex could never be mentioned let alone discussed. Now five years after we were married, I still hadn't convince her to make many changes in her dress code. Yes, she was wearing slacks now and shorts, but they were always long shorts, all bathing suits looked like something from the early 1900's. Never showing any cleavage. Even at night, she would undress in the dark or in the bathroom and wear long PJ's to. He was a comedian-singer from Las Vegas , and kept us all in stitches. Alicia was taller, also with dark hair, but almost mannishly short. She had a nose sort of like a prizefighter’s, all pug and flat, a fine pair of tah-tahs and square hips. Like Mila, she was nudist-suntanned from head to toe, only she didn’t have the “bunny tail” of a tanning-bed tan as Mila did. Alicia’s was real. The very thought of her in the sunshine, naked, was enticing itself. The Westport B&B was across. His cock was always in one of her holes. Friday night he told her to shower and put on the fancy lingerie he had bought her. He told her his friends were coming over and he wanted them to see how sexy she was. The outfit was a sexy teddy that could unsnap at the crouch and the tittie cups had holes for her nipples to poke thru. She looked like an innocent slut as her dad wanted her to look for the friends. . The men soon arrived and she was standing in the middle of the room. She looked so sexy.