"Sure." She smiled sheepishly. "I've sort of monopolized the conversation, haven't I?" Oh, no, not at all. Uh, you ever think of writing this stuff do...n?" Oh, yes!" Cassie bolted from the sofa so quickly that Melinda flinched. She dashed over to her satchel and pulled out a spiral notebook. She smiled and held it lovingly to her breast. "I keep a journal all the time. This is my thirty-second volume."Melinda stared. "Thirty-second... ?"Cassie sank back down onto the sofa, looking at Melinda. With all the groping I had done of my sister-in-law, I was now sporting a raging hardon. I turned out the bedroom light and left them there, heading back to the guest room and a serious fantasy session. As I lay in bed, I began to thinking. I had had a few drinks, not enough to impair me, but enough to start lowering my inhibitions. The more I thought about Sandy's body, the more excited I became. I could not resist it any more and headed back to their room.I peeked in on them, readying an. From time to time I noticed a brief flicker of a half smile twitch the corners of her mouth, but other than that, she gave no overt signal that my flummoxed exchange was anything out of the ordinary. So, when after another half hour or so of practice had passed by, and she asked if I would like to come again, the following week, I stammered, far too enthusiastically – ‘Yes, oh yes please!’ As a result of her coaching my contribution to the next choir practice was a significant improvement on. I walked to the bed picked up the huge phalice , packed the powder in and locked it into place , turned to him and ordered….“suck it slut”He looked up at me wide eyed ,paused, and then went right to it , I knew he hated this bit and I made sure he knew I wasn’t pleased with his forgetfulness as I forced his head down enough to make him gag . I don’t usually like the sound of gagging , it turns my stomach to be honest . I refuse to have anyone gag me , I’d much rather do it on my on ..power.