”“Give me a shout when you’re done, hon, so I can have a quick shower.”“Oh, you could shower in our ensuite, Jeff, then you could both come ...own for some soup together. I’ve popped the rolls in the oven to warm while you are up here. Any preference for soup flavours?”“You’re a mind reader, Mum, I was just telling Junior that I fancied some soup. Tomato, for me, Mum, if you have it. Oh, and you can call Jeff, Junior, if you like, I think I really prefer Junior much more than ‘Jeff’.”“Tomato’s. We have been very creative coming up with different ways to make him eat his cum. It started with creampies. I would tie up my husband to the bed, ride his cock until his shot his load into my shaved pussy and then I would crawl up and plant my wet, dripping freshly fucked pussy, full of cum on my husband's hungry mouth. His cock would get hard again as he sucked his cum from my pussy. It has progressed to the point that every orgasm my husband has ends with him eating it. We love having him. Sadly though I was wrong, but we had a fantastic few years shagging like rabbits and exploring sex together.Move on a few years and completely by chance we are both living in a similar part of north London. We weren’t in contact, but out of the blue she e-mailed me to tell me that her mother wasn’t, she had got my e-mail address from an old school friend. We arranged to go for a quick drink that evening to try and cheer her up; it quickly transpired that both of us had recently come out of. Swing, slap, shake, moan. Swing, slap, shake, moan. I loved the sound and the feel when the palms of my hands hit her tits, making that slapping sound. I kept slapping her tits. I wanted to prepare lovely Sarah for what was coming next.Each time I slapped her tits, she wasn't moaning any more. She was really grunting.When my hands started getting sore, I seized her nipples in my fingers. Her breasts were crimson red from the slapping and whipping I'd given her. She had lovely pink areolae.