Time for some more. I start massaging the base of his cock and rubbing his balls and he starts to stiffen up a bit. His cock is still a bit damp, from...her, whoever she is. I put my face up close to his cock so he can feel my warm breath on it. I can smell pussy on his cock.Hell, we’ve been together for how many years now? Twenty-five? More than that. I start licking and sucking on the end of his dick. I can taste her pussy on him.I start squeezing the base of his dick forcing the fluids up. " Just then, again, I had caught an odd exchange of eye contact and almost smiles between the two of them.I sat back down a few minutes later, "Oh God dammit!" Joy cried out while staring at her phone, "I just got a text, fucking Brenda is calling out sick tomorrow again, now I have to go into the office and go-over the presentation she was supposed to give tomorrow morning." "Sorry, I'm going to have to go in for a couple hours, Joy said to me." "So much for a day off" I complained. Joy said,. 'Okay, ' she thought, 'surely this guy doesn't have anything huge in the way of a dick! Bridgette's acting like ... OMIGOD!' Bridgette got Bart's pants open, revealing the fact that his entire glans stood above the waistband of his tightie-whities. She watched as Bridgette grabbed the sides of Bart's underwear and pulled the waistband away and down his wiry-looking thighs. The anaconda in Bart's crotch descended only to a forty-five degree angle from the vertical and hung there, bobbing and. Binky, as everybody called her, had the group over to the house every now and then for language lessons and Vietnamese food, so they'd be exposed to it, but drew the line at going back to Vietnam herself.Even though Nguyen Binh Ky had only been seventeen when she stepped aboard that leaking fishing boat in 1978, she was thoroughly prepared to leave Vietnam behind her forever. In only a brief time, she had become thoroughly Americanized; she spoke English with only a trace of an accent -- not.