We stopped him only because we wanted to have dinner and then see what happens. He was agreeable to that and we had a big laugh over dinner. After din...er we had drinks and my wife always gets a buzz on quickly and when she felt it coming on she excused herself and went into the bedroom. John and I talked about old times and when my wife returned with more drinks she had a see-through nightie on and she look terrific. She sat down between John and I on the couch while we had our drinks. My wife. From where I was, I could see her up to just above her tits, which were exposed by her unbuttoned blouse and opened front-close bra, jiggling wildly on her chest as her partner plowed into her. I realized that her stockings were old-fashioned sheer, ice-blue hose, held up by a genuine garter belt — one of my favourite visual kinks. In fact, though I couldn’t see her face, she rather reminded me of Sharon Mitchell in Heat Wave, a late-70s “loop carrier”, before she went so butch...The guy had. I sucked it into my mouth and felt her hand on the back of my head pulling me into her breast. Her breathing is ragged.I was not feeling comfortable, so I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of the couch. I knelt on the floor so that her perfect breasts were now level with my face. I took her breasts in my two hands and took turns sucking on her nipples. Again I felt her hands playing in my hair.I started moving my mouth downward toward her thighs via her belly. I kissed and licked her. Doesn't he know how good I was? I would take him to heaven. Deacon Bill Paxtor at church loved my blowjobs. Last Sunday, I let him fuck me for the first time. He wasn't as good as Daddy, but I still came anyways, and the Deacon had howled, “I love your tight, eighteen-year-old cunt,” as he pounded me.It was Grade-A, barely legal pussy. Mr. Thompson should be thrilled that I was offering it to him free of charge.My tears slowed. I lowered my hands, glancing at the clock. Five minutes had passed..