“Oh, and one more detail. You have to lick me to orgasm after each fuck.”“Jesus, Squirt, you weren’t kidding about passing out! Either from pl...asure or exhaustion, it’s going to happen.”“Why are we standing here?” she said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.I scooped her into my arms and carried her down the hallway, turning past our rooms to my parents’ bedroom. I set Stephanie down, pulled down the bedspread and cover, and we jumped into bed. I did exactly as she had asked, fucking her. .'the blessed sap!'But, it seems hard for a lot of married guys who come to my glory hole, to operate, at least while there, on a separate set of books. In other words---put the fact that they are 'married' to the back of their minds, and just enjoy a blow job! I'm not the least bit interested in breaking up these guys marriages (their probably already in trouble...their marriages are, that is). I don't care if they fuck their wives in between the times they come to my glory hole! I'm perfectly. Liz ran the bath and Rosy helped him out of his muddy clothes downstairs in the laundry room so that he didn't mess up the carpets. After undressing he didn't look so bad with just his face and hair now caked in mud. Rosy threw his filthy clothes into the washing basket where his other things waited to go into the machine.The heating in the house switched off earlier in the day so he shivered as he went upstairs to his room wearing just his boxer shorts, he turned into the bathroom which. Again, she knew what he wanted and one hand slid down over her breasts, down over her slim waist and pulled up the hem of her negligee as she shifted on her knees, spreading them wide apart and her fingers felt the pulsing wet slit of her cunt and she teased and caressed her clitoris into a wild swelling that made her pump her buttocks lewdly as she sucked on his cock and watched herself doing this incredible wild thing in the mirror as he sawed in and out of her widely ovaled mouth with an.