She began to shiver uncontrollably. "Yes," she whispered huskily. "It feels so much nicer when you do it" Do you play with yourself," I asked."Sometim...s at night, when I'm in bed. Years ago my mother told me I shouldn't but I just can't help myself, it always feels so good."As I continued ministering to her clit she was suddenly in the throes of an orgasm, leaning against me for support as the waves of rapture washed thru her body. "Oh, Mrs. -------, oh god, oh my god! It's never been like that. As soon as the door was closed he slapped me hard in the face, making me fall to the floor. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the livingroom. He jumped on top of my chest and slapped my face again and again. "You dirty fucking whore! I'm going to fuck your stupid holes, you filthy bitch!" He took his already hard cock out and rammed it in my mouth. He fucked my face only stopping to slap my face again. He tied my hands behind my back and dragged my to the couch. He forced his cock in my. Then she would catch me staring at her and I would get ‘that’ look! She always thought my stares had to do with sex, that I was just looking at her because I wanted her. She never knew that I couldn’t stop staring because I couldn’t believe she had chosen me, that I couldn’t believe out of all the men in the world mine was the heart she wanted to touch. And I couldn’t stop staring because I knew, in time, she would leave me and I wanted to soak up every moment with her and lock it away. Much to my continuing embarrassment my wife continued to detail several of my sessions on the crush bench and also the Sunday ritual where she always sat on my chest on the bed watching her soap opera omnibus. I was horrified to hear her detail how she would gradually move backwards until her arse was on my face. There was a lot of giggling as she she told her in detail how she would get her bottom right on my face and order me to push my tongue into her arse. M was amazed to hear this and kept.