I know we can’t be legally married but I feel we are like a husband and wife.”“Oh my god, yes! Yes! I love you Dan!” she said loudly, wrapping...her arms around his neck.“Wow, I didn’t expect that kind of reaction from a woman who once valued her independence.”“You’ve beaten me down to become a cock and pussy loving slut, whose happy being your wife!”“Shhh! Keep your voice down, people will hear you!” he said glancing at a few other customers on the store.“I’m a happily married slut who loves a. .. my... breath..."Nevertheless, she motioned for me to stand up, then cupped my balls with her left hand, opened her mouth wide and swallowed me. She sucked my cock, from the head down its length to the base. She pushed me back onto the couch and then dove down to lick my balls one at a time, the wetness of her tongue on the skin was exhilirating, surpassed only when she opened her mouth to take in one of my balls. When I thought I would climax, she stopped then licked my perineum and then. I can’t describe in human dialect how I knew she was present, it is that sense between feeling and hearing that humans refer to as ESP or ‘being watched.’ A demon, or an angel or any creature accustomed to that ‘extra’ sense call it ‘honing’ and for us it is as natural as hearing or seeing is to mortals. She wasn’t trying to hide her as she sat comfortably on a low tree limb. Treading water I turned to face her, brushing my soaked locks from my face. She was laying in the weeping willow, one. I was not having sex from a month. My vagina became wetty and my asshole felt itching.I removed my maxi type dress and came in lingerie. One said, “Ufffff! Mam Aap To Mast Gori Ho. Aap Jaise Bade Ghar Ka Maal Pehli Baar Dekha Hai Itne Kareeb Se.” I was completely fait. I removed my panty and bra and said, “To Der Kis Baat Ki, Aa Jao Mujhe Khush Kar Do Aur Khud Bhi Meri Jawani Ka Ras Chus Lo.” They started to massage their semi erected cocks. I said, “Aise Nahi, Mere Paas Aao, Main Inhe Chus Kar.