Debbie had some favorite paintings from the last month. One had Meagan looking over her shoulder at Peter as he held out his arms to her, as if beggin... her to return to him. Another had Meagan lying on the floor with her back arched, her tits pointing straight up at the ceiling, and Peter looking on enthralled. Her favorite had to be one that involved the use of towels as props. Peter and Meagan were only about four feet apart. Meagan was posed as if she had just opened a towel that had been. My cocks already getting hard as she pushes me down onto the bed and kneels in between my legs, my cock just inches from her luscious red lips. Without saying a word she lowers her mouth towards my cock. She kisses my helmet and I can feel her tongue on the very tip. She moves her mouth down the length of my near full hard cock, licking me up and down, as she moves back up to the tip, she gives me a look filled with lust as her mouth opens and engulfs my cock. She works away on the head with. . And I can't tell you how angry Susan was with me that I did that. It was the only night in over thirty years of marriage that we chose to sleep in separate bedrooms. Anyway, once you'd told me and I went in I was so angry with Molly, and I started to rant and rave. But then somehow it didn't fit, that you were so upset that night, when you'd been so deaf to Susan's entreaties only a few weeks before." He looked up at me, "Well, I know when my wife is guilty. It shows in her eyes. So then I. With a long low growling sound, she turns and bends at the waist and puts her hands on her knees to steady herself. Her breathing is rapid and ragged.Shit! I know my knee didn't hurt her... Did she just cum?I rush to her and put an arm around her. "I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you all right?"Her mobile begins to chirp out an appointment reminder tone.As her breathing returns to normal she turns to me and smiles. "No, you didn't hurt me. Yes, I'm all right. Much more than all right.