" I realized her talking was doing things to speed up my reaction to her stroking. She continued to stroke slowly, and I was already on the edge. I...had never before cum from only a slow stroking. I reached for a handkerchief and found none. I warned her I had no handkerchief and was about to cum. She lowered her mouth over my dick and swallowed every drop. She sat up, flashed her big smile at me, looked around at the empty parking lot, and asked, "Ready to do it again?" Sure," I said. She raised up to a sitting position. “There you go, you selfish prick. Eat my husband’s cum.” She settled in with her dripping pussy pressed against my mouth, and my nose pressed against her asshole. Surprisingly, her ass didn’t stink; rather, it had a sexy smell to it. I did my duty and ate all the cum she could squeeze out. I think she had another, although small, orgasm.# # #Mellow from the wine with dinner and a couple bottles since we were sitting around the campfire. Karen, ever the. She twirls her tongue over it, making my knees even weaker. I’m not sure how much more I can tolerate. My dick is so sensitive. She then sucks hard, and she runs a fingernail on the hairless soft underside of my balls and without warning to even me, I begin to cum in her mouth. She sucks even harder now, using her left hand to coax the cum into her mouth where she continues to swallow my hot cum. When there is no more to give and my cock being soft, she snakes her tongue into the little. " Cocktail sausage, yeah, we know," said Bruce and I blushed and went offto my bedroom.Nothing more was said about the party except my offer to make some foodwas accepted. The day before, I set about making vol-au-vents, sausagerolls and two quiches. Bruce was astonished when he saw the fridge fullof food.On the morning of the party, he asked me again if I'd go and I shook myhead no. He asked me to help him take the stuff over in theafternoon--the girls lived across the road from us, and I.