Although I was enjoying her body, I couldn’t understand her reluctance to strip completely. After I soaped her she started to soap me. Surprisingly ...he took enough time soaping my back bottoms. She frequently clasped my balls from behind which gave me a strange sensation. When she reached my dick, I was pretty crazy to have her. I asked her to shag me at least. I couldn’t believe she dint know anything about shagging. She claimed she never shagged herself. I asked her to hold my dick and shake. I just couldn’t wait for the hour to come, Vanessa would always undress me with her eyes before her hands would even think of it. Every feel, came with such great pleasure.We went shopping together, of course we were going to have a Valentine dinner first before the ‘main-course meal' in the bedroom, so we both went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Vanessa had her brown crochet brassiere on, the one I loved dearly because of how hot she always looked in it. The bra had the sides of. Come back, we have more to drink."Almost instantly she said in an incredibly drunken state "I'm okay, just let me sleep right here."I left her there and went back out with the guys, and drank, more and more. It must have been 30 minutes later when I said I had to go take a leak in the same ravine. Upon making it to the ravine, I strongly began fantasize about one of them fucking her, or at the very least feeling her body.Now as much as I fantasized, I wasn't a guy who wanted to watch someone. I kneel in front of her and my husband hands me a teaspoon. She shivers as I run the cold metal across her bare skin, collecting my husband's cum. I bring the spoon to her lips and she parts them expectantly. I slip the spoon between them and she smiles at the taste, eagerly licking the bowl clean before relinquishing it for the next spoonful. I always think you can tell the quality of a man from the smell of his balls and the taste of his cum. I look longingly at the hot load of semen filling.