My loving wife noticed and said, don't worry dear, you'll get to suck it for a while, no need to rush. She gently explained to me that sucking cock is...an art form and should be treated as such. She told me, don't rush the cum, let him facefuck you for a while and you'll be rewarded with a much thicker and creamier load to swallow. Taking her advice, I relented and invited him to slowly face fuck me. He took his cues perfectly and started to repeatedly **** my mouth and throat with his. Her skirt was still wrapped around her hips, hiding Sarah’s hand which was busy between her legs. Petite breasts swung back and forth as her head bobbed up and down. Sophie wanted to take those breasts between her fingers and pull on those hard tiny nipples. Massage them between her forefinger and thumb. Pulling them, pulling them until Sarah cried out and begged her to stop. The stomach monster inside her cried out, telling her that this was crazy. This wasn’t her. She was quiet and shy, a. After two full years of bickering, we were all becoming very frustrated, and so were the Char. They slowly started transferring members of our team away to other projects. As our numbers began to dwindle, we finally started developing some of our ideas. Unfortunately, I was still considered the “junior” member of our group and was essentially ignored by everyone else.Another year went by, and we still were no closer to solving our technical problems than when we started. The Char gradually. Again, I moved around to open her door, extended my hand to her, and again was rewarded with a flash of black lace. The valet approached us from behind, and as I turned to hand him the keys, I caught a sly glance from him. I gave him an embarrassed smile. Once again, Jennifer seemed oblivious, and we walked to the entrance. We were seated in one of the darker corner booths. We sat opposite each other, separated by a lone candle burning in the middle of the table. Jennifer looked around in.