She moans loudly as I kiss her nipple and firmly grasp one breast in my hand, and suck on her hard pulsing teat.She undoes my belt, and unzips my pant... letting them fall to the floor. She moves closer and pushes me back onto the bed. My rock hard member grows from her grasp. Breathing heavily, kissing we move further back and she moves down. She pulls off my boxers letting my cock flop out. Gripping it gently with one hand which she stroke my shaft with, she begins. Slowly, as first she. But fair was fair. I touched his cock. Anddidn't die.He touched my cock. Handling it very nicely. I loved the way he handledit. I tried to imitate his technique and he moaned softly. Then hekissed me.That was fair too. I mean, I was kissed during my milking. Shouldn't hebe too?He was an excellent kisser. And I guess he forgot that this wassupposed to be his milking. Because he got me back in a stiff conditionas he wanked me and we kissed deeply.I wanted him to enjoy himself. So I kissed my. This is the the SCENARIO I ENVISION, knowing my husband, and what could be set up. Please enjoy as I am getting very wet writing this, and I haven't even started it yet!VALENTINE'S DAY AFTERNOON, k**s Napping, Us Making Love: "Sweetheart, would you really want to see me with another man?" Husband: "You want my totally honest answer or my mind's answer?" Me: "Your true feelings". Husband: "I really would love to see you with an older man, black, white or green, I am not sure I would want him to. The back of the jacket is slashed to nearly threads, the shirt gains a wide hole in the side, showing off some skin but nothing racy. The leggings go at the knees and down the sides, the skirt and underskirt torn into an uneven tangle at the ends. It takes a few tries to get the next part right. At first, she tries pouring the food dye into the syrup bottle but it quickly becomes clear that the dye simply settles on top instead of mixing. Instead, she pours it into a bowl, trying not to make a.