It wasn’t long before an orgasm hit her, pulling my head deeper into her crotch, moaning and grinding her increasingly wet pussy against my mouth, I...lapped up every drop of her delicious cunt juice. She pushed me away and told me that I was a fucking useless cunt licker and deserved to be punished. She pulled an ottoman, (a type of bedroom chest), into the middle of the floor and told me to lay down on it. I was on my knees, my body draped over the ottoman, my hands cuffed and in front of me. I. He's laughing at a sixth-month birthday party for a baby." Why? " Liz asked. Her brow was wrinkled with genuine confusion. "What's funny about a birthday party?"Ben walked into the room and took in the scene. Pete was working hard to hold in his laughter, and failing miserably. His wife looked puzzled and a little angry. "What's funny about a birthday party?" he asked.Liz shrugged and said, "He thinks having a birthday party is funny."Pete lost it and through choking gasps said, "six .... While Vicky was riding my cock, I asked her if she had enjoyed him grabbing her hips and thrusting his groin against her arse and she said “it was alright”. I told her that Mark really fancied her and that I reckoned he would like to fuck her. She went quiet but then closed her eyes and had a huge orgasm as I came inside her.The next time we made love after that, I told Vicky that I had a dream that I was watching Mark fuck her. She suggested that I keep it just as a fantasy and she played it. Too bad there have to be so many laws for common sense! As the hot water restored my vitality, I began to reflect on how it all began in a quiet diner not so long ago.It began several months after my beloved wife of forty years succumbed to cancer. She left quickly and gracefully like a sweet summer breeze leaving my two boys and myself alone. The boys left shortly thereafter to find themselves, and I was left with my paltry retirement, mortgage and backpack full of memories. Amidst my.