Clothes had been of no concern, so the conventional childhood attire had been good enough. But he was now very aware of the importance of image and th... impressions it could make. So gone were the jeans, tee shirts and tennis shoes and in their place casual slacks, Polo pullovers or open collared collegiate style shirts and suede loafers. Gone also was the boyish close cropped haircut. In its place he had his hair styled longer, swept back and layered to promote the impression of his being. Demi had spent her afternoon in church again, having gone back for guidance after what she’d caught her husband doing. She’d prayed, asked for some sort of sign from The Lord, but it didn’t feel like enough. She’d glanced down at her phone - two missed calls - then sighed and got back in the car, unsure of where to go next. Having chosen to attend the early morning service, she was left with the dilemma of deciding where to go to avoid her husband at home. She wasn’t ready to see him yet, but. .. following the river of cum to the top of my pubic hair (remember! this is the 80's!). He presses his face into the triangle of hair and brings his hands down to push my legs as far apart as they go. His thumbs grip the inside of my legs while his tongue starts circling my clit and licking my lips. He takes turns massaging my inner thighs with his circling thumbs, and then trailing where his hands have been with his tongue. At this point I'm going out of my mind, and if he doesn't enter me. I was shivering with passion; now and then I heard him groaning. I took a quick look back and saw that Sandy was now fucking him. His ass was filled with her strap on. I had seen it, and it was a long one too. I know he was enjoying it because he increased his fucking. God, it was so fucking good. I was squealing with lust for more cock. I was begging now. I wanted to keep coming while he filled my pussy with his creamy seed. Sandy was panting loudly and yelling at him to fucking come, because.