She looked at him with desperation as his pink tongue darted into her pussy. Quick, short licks to begin with that were so gentle, her legs began to t...emble. His big, strong hands pushed her legs wide apart so be could bury his face in her pussy. Using his whole tongue, running it from her hole through her entire slot over and over again. He was hungry for her. Her legs lifted and hung, paralyzed with pleasure, in the air. She was so immersed in the experience she didn’t realize how vocal she’d. " You mean I'm your first kiss?" Jesse asked. "Cool!" You were my first a lot of things," Connie said. "And now, Master will be, too." Call me Sir," I said. "Or Boss. 'Yes, Michael, ' will work, too."I then got to hear her laugh for the first time – a biker's roaring laugh, ill-fitting the trophy currently locked onto my cock. I liked it. I quickly and (almost) smoothly flipped her over and looked down at the angel who'd lost her halo. My angel."Pucker up, baby," I said in a poor Bruce Campbell. I ran into the room and grabbed my robe, throwing it under Mike's bed. And then it hit me -- my son hadn't come home. Sulking, I went to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed, physically tired and emotionally drained. I watched in silence as my husband put on a fresh set of clothes, feeling a pang when he tossed his day-old white shirt onto the leather chair.Leaning over me, Ron gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I almost pulled back knowing those same lips had been wrapped around our son's cock. The whole crappy mess in my marriage began just as a story about loving wives you already heard or read at least a hundred of times. Of course, even I had read it many times for me it was the first and hopefully the last time it happened in my real life. Not funny at all.My background is an average Scandinavian guy, owner of a consulting company for electrical matters, a lovely wife and two small boys, six and eight years old. I met my wife, Linda, at the local tax office when I was there to.