Maybe the fact that I played fetch with my mouth would return the smile to his face. When he sent me to fetch a newspaper, I knew that wasn't the case... I moved as quickly as I could, crawling to the chair where the newspaper was usually dropped after we spent a Sunday morning devouring it. Fast, was all I could think by then, move fast and please him. The newsprint was yuck in my mouth. I bumped my shoulder in a doorway on the way back but didn't stop until I had dropped the paper at his feet.. ” She continued; “He and I have talked and after we get married I am going to try and get pregnant again.”I said; “I will agree to all of that except, Jason cannot live with you while the divorce is not final. If I find out you have him at HIS place, I will countersue for adultery and let all of your friends know about it. It is just a thought, and I still do not want to hear his name, but what is the bastard’s job at the bank. Also; what makes you think he is not married, or that you are the. I jumped on the bed startling her awake " HEY JAMES" she tried to yell through her cotton mouth. I laughed and handed her a bottle of water from her night stand. " god I feel dirty I am still in these clothes" something about the way she said it made me sit and watch. It was seductive but almost hidden like a faint smell that you can barely detect in the air. Dawn stood and walked over to her dresser rummaging through the drawers, after finding something she wanted she started pulling off. I stuck my tongue out and licked her finding that her taste was quite sweet and fresh. I felt her shudder as the tip of my tongue touched her clit.I couldn't see anything but Sue's pussy up close and personal, so to speak, but I could feel two tongues fighting over my cock. Despite my fears and misgivings, I was soon sporting a hard-on and those tongues and lips were going like crazy on it.Here I was, a middle-aged man, married and faithful to his wife, being 'taken' like the proverbial hundred.