Small sounds of disappointment and need escape from around your fiancé’s cock. He is steadily, but slowly stroking in and out of your talented, wic...ed mouth. His brow wet and furled with concentration. You are not making it easy for him to hold back.I spiral down your taught midriff, heading back for your folds. You are dripping your essence and I skip down for a quick taste. A quick cheat that causes you to gasp and squeal simultaneously.Oh, but your taste. Ambrosia could not be as sweet.. It seemed like I was doomed to be surrounded by the female half of the universe because all I had was sisters. There were five of them and only the oldest one Gloria had the same pa as me and all the others could be laid at Jethro’s door, at least, according to my ma’s account.Getting back to my story about Miss Sadie, I managed to get free tickets to the performances because I was one of the circus’s front men going all around and tacking up their billboards and putting them next to the cash. She hadn’t told him everything about her background, although, he did know she had been married before as it came up several times during their talks about his failing marriage. She had encouraged him to change careers, to flying full time. After he had landed the job with the water bomber outfit he now worked with Gawain Air Services, she decided to give up flight instruction, and become a bush pilot in Alaska. Five years ago, when he became the pilot in command of the CL 215, he tracked her. "Again, bitch, slap it again," Denys' hand was between her legs. Another slap, and again. Denys moved forward, between my wife's legs, and pushed them wider apart with her thighs. She was rubbing her clit, hard angry short movements from side to side, her other hand resting on her cunt and lightly dipping inside her. She was looking down at my wife's cunt, every slap followed by a quick surge of movement by her hands. Her eyes were open wide."Slap yourself, whore," I said and looked into her.