"I mean, you're doing it right now," she said with a tone that was half annoyance, half amusement.I sighed. "I-I guess," I began, realizing with a daw...ing recognition of the blatantly obvious that she was right. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."But I did know, though the admission was shocking to me. All night long I'd been sneaking glimpses of my friend's long legs, studying the firm muscle of her calves; the way her strappy heels had pulled them into tight definition. I'd been captivated. This freaked Caroline out as she stared wide eyed in astonishment, she had never suspected her husband would be into cock sucking let alone becoming another man's cuckold.Master Ray began fucking Roy's mouth; whilst telling him to suck it good so it was ready to fuck the slut Caroline. Master Ray added, "Yes prepare my cock so it can fill your wife's cunt and leave you the cream pie you so desperately want to eat!" This help to renew the vigour of Roy's oral skills and Master Ray had to pull. She was at an age where the bloom is starting to come off the petals and her facial wrinkles were starting to give her still attractive face lots of character that revealed her age to any male looking for feminine companionship. Such fellows were fussy about things like age or weight or any one of the many negative criteria the pussy hounds considered essential disqualifications for their prey.The only other passenger in her compartment was a man wearing the uniform of the German Special. I asked her about her husband Leroy and their children. I hated not being a part of their families' life anymore.She told me they were all well and she and Leroy just plod on as usual. I knew they’d had problems a few times in their marriage but Leroy was a great guy. He was a big well-built man who played a lot of rugby, he was black of Jamaican background and we’d always got along really well."What do you mean by plodding along?” I asked, “You guys are ok aren’t you?”“Yeh. We’re ok John, just.