"I was just trying to do a clay sculpture and it was fighting back." Oh, you're an artist then?" she asked.I almost giggled. "Not an artist...an art s...udent," I said. "I came up here to try to get the projects done that I need for my senior year presentation. We do projects at the start and the end of the year." I see," she said. "Who are you studying under?" My professor is Phillip Whitlow," I replied. "Tough, demanding, but very supportive. I like his style and his manner, even though, on. I'm not going to suck it. Just hump and fuck that big hard dick of yours all over my face and make a big hot,dripping, sloppy cum mess all over it!" She layed on her stomach with her face against my dick and mumbled " now baby,fuck my face, fuck my face,." I put my hands on each side of her head and I started humping her face. Up and down each cheek,she was smiling and watching me as I watched my stiff dick hump,bump,rub side to side,up & down. It felt SOOO good!! I fucked my dick on her face!. With the remnants of her multiple orgasm like an electric charge as it reached through to every sinew in her body R is no longer J’s wife, but has erupted into a horny sexy woman who needed to be serviced. She did not need loving but desperately in need of unadulterated deep and meaningful sexual satisfaction.J could have been anyone, R in her desire for satisfaction didn’t recognise him as her loyal husband but only as a vehicle to satisfy her own personal lust and sexual desire.Perhaps now. We both thought maybe what we did freaked him out so he was avoiding us but when we saw him he told us that he had a hard time getting to sleep so he slept in late. When we told him that we thought he was freaked he laughed and said, “No way. I’m not gay or anything but I thought it was pretty cool.” Hearing that was a relief to both of us because we thought it was cool to and we both liked hanging out with him. We all spent the rest of the day hanging out and when it came time to meet.