..processing." yeah that was the right word for it, 'Processing.' I putmy face in my hands for a moment to think.I knew that I loved Steve, we had be...n together for a while and I hadhoped to eventually share this side of me with him on an intellectuallevel. But I felt exposed. It made it a bit better that he had readmy stuff prior. But I always thought of sitting him down, and sayingsomething like 'Hey, hun.. Look. I have this kinky side to me, I loveto write out these elaborate stories, I. "Stick your tongue out," she whispered.I did as I was told. She began sucking on my tongue giving it its own personal blow job. She began unbuckling my pants. "Let's see what were working with," she said pulling out my cock.She started stroking it first. She then moistened it up by slowing letting her saliva drip onto me. Then, she started. She slurped my cock like a kid with a popsicle. Or in this case, a candy cane."Fuck my mouth Mark! Come on," she demanded.I then started thrusting my cock. "Yep, a darn good company, boy." Johnnie smiled and went around to his workshop without another word.Sitting behind the steering wheel, Wade touched all the buttons and knobs. He'd never had anything but old worn-out cars or trucks. Though this wasn't his, just being able to drive it each day was going to be a rare treat for him. After starting it up, he moved it into his assigned parking spot and pulled the keys out. The alarm beeped when he pushed the remote to lock the doors on his way. My husband John wasn't home, so it felt freeing to just take off my blouse and rub my nipples. They were hard already, almost a half-inch tall. I glanced at the mirror in the hallway. At 24, I'll say I don't look too bad-my dark hair was still long and glossy, my breasts not saggy at 36DD, my legs long and tan. Men still ogled me whenever I went out. Watching myself masturbate was a major turn-on. I let one finger, then two, slip into my pussy. It was slippery and sticky. The smell of precum.