I felt her cold breath on my asshole. I couldn’t believe it when she licked my asshole. She stabbed my asshole with her tongue, and it was driving m... crazy. She slipped a hand between my legs and played with my clitoris, while continuing to rim my asshole until I had a third intense orgasm. This time I was moaning loud enough that anyone there could hear me.When I recovered myself, Odette helped me get dressed again. As soon as I was presentable, she led me back to the counter and her young. Her whole body began to shake as I sucked and she repeated “yes son, yes that’s my good boy”.So there she is with me sucking on her dark/thick aureola and nipples, while she was playing between her legs, her body and face twitching when she said “stop right now” while she pulled my face away from her breasts. “I want you to use your mouth between my legs”. I was petrified at the thought; the look of her thick bush intimidated me. She could sense the panic I was feeling and quickly reassured me. I especially especially like the stories that my wife tells me about her ex-boyfriends. She hasnt always told me these stories. In fact, it's taken some time to convince her to tell me them. Now as long as I don't ask too much, she indulges me. I particularly like to hear about one specific ex boyfriend in general. Let's call him "Brad". He had a huge dick. And ever since my wife has told me that and described how big he was, all I can think about sometimes is watching her getting fucked by. I heard her say, “Oh, God, no, please, noooooo” And then my father said something too low to make out. I was too scared to move, too scared to not move. I didn’t hear anything else coming out of their room. I stood, frozen, terrified that the door would swing open at any moment, but afraid of what might be happening if the door didn’t open. I waited for what seemed like a year, and then I heard movement. I heard them having sex. The next morning, Mom met me in the kitchen and told me I.