As I had eaten from Alf’s arsehole and his greasy turds had slipped into my mouth and down my throat, I hadn’t felt but a tiny twinge of nausea, b...fore the sexual stimulation took over. Even then as I drove home, I didn’t feel sick or queasy in any way, far from it. I was amazed that I felt so sexy and no adverse reaction. What I wasn’t so sure about was telling my husband about this ‘development’. But I was now feeling that he was turned on by the idea of me doing that sort of stuff too;. Fitting almost like a second skin she rolled them up as high as they would go ending just below her armpits. She flexed in them like some WWF female wrestler. “This must be what Wonder Woman looks like on day when she forgets her wonder clothes”. Margie giggled at the thought and wondered if Superman had ever used his x-ray vision to get just such a view. She stopped to drop some socks and panties onto the floor then went back to the closet. “Some naughty little slave is going to get her ass. From her crotch he murmured something about how good her pussy tasted and how he had thought about it all the time since our last meeting. Apparently he was hitting all the right spots because she was purring like a kitten. Then I had a thought that I knew she would like. I tapped his shoulder and motioned for him to get up alongside me. We stood hip to hip, cocks jutting out, as she sat on the corner of the bed. She took our cocks in each hand and began alternately taking us into her mouth,. Gently, with final draw from her wet pussy flesh, he moved his large cock head to the crack of her ass, lubricating her tiny as button sized entry with her own juices feeling her tense. “No girl, just relax” he ordered with husky whisper for her. It took her a few minutes but she did as asked by him and he moved in to insert his cock in her ass. With slow, gentle rocking motions of his pelvis almost an inch at a time, he glided into her tight passage. She whimpered with every move of his.