We were both wearing matching black nighties and despite thefact that we had become friends, it was very embarrassing having to sharethe same bed with...him and have to refer to him as "she, her or myboyfriend" from now on.The next thing I noticed were my three plaques hanging over the bed. Thelettering made them look like diplomas signed by Lady L.In bold script the first read: CHEATING, For allowing my wife to believe I was a man while I dressed as a womanThe. I pulled off his cock and reached out with my tongue and started to lick his walnut sized balls. They hung loosely in his sack and I loved the way they moved. I gently sucked one into my mouth and rolled it around. I heard a soft "oh" from Tony so I decided to try the same thing with his other nut."Lick up my shaft". I made sure I had plenty of spit and started to run my tongue from the base of shaft to the underside of his head. I held his cock in my hand to steady it. He seemed to flinch when. ” But that was the stuff of fantasies, and what was real was her saying “fill my fucking mouth”. “Lucky bitch” he thought. His head back, his eyes closed, he was concentrating on her making love to him with her mouth. He told her, as he was close to the edge, to go as slowly as she could, to put her mouth around his head and jerk him slowly, with plump, full motions, to feel him cum in her mouth, to concentrate on his ejaculation. Her movements became slow, deliberate, conscious and he added,. The bag, as heavy as it was, slammed to the floor, and Maggie silently apologized to the professor. Their eyes seemed to meet for some reason but Maggie sat down and took in the lecture. The day went on. Class after class after class or so it felt like that. Boring is what she was telling herself and as a result her mind drifted. All of a sudden, she saw another scene. There was this woman. No it was herself. She was laying in her bed doing something. Oh wait…no stop it she told herself…but she.