Retrieving that and a pair of flip flops, I walked back into the hallway just in time to see Bobby duck into the bathroom.My curiosity was aroused, ha...ing always secretly watched as my husband urinated. I stopped, quietly at the open door, peeping in. Bobby had his considerable cock in his fingers, pointing it at the toilet bowl. With interest, I watched his stream start, tiny at first but growing in strength. His cock hung from his fingers, thick and long. A golden stream gushed from the head. We weren’t married but living together for six months after her divorce in which she was married for six years. She had a fling with a guy who knew her husband. She sucked his cock but he didn’t fuck her. He saw her completely nude and either didn’t like her full bush or her stretchmarks. He did cum on her tits but she felt a bit unsexy due to not getting fucked. I found her quite sexy and loved to pound her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She had told me she had only been fucked by her. "Of course not, silly," said Karen. "You're far too old for me. And besides, I've got other boyfriends. It's one thing to share lovers when you live alone. It's another thing altogether if I were to move in. How would you like it if you found me having sex with someone else when you came home? How would you feel if another man wanted to stay overnight? And I don't think I fancy a ménage a trois either. A threesome now and then is good fun. But every night..." I know. I know." Still, it's a. Then my mind was made up for me. Paula gently pulled away from me, first placing one knee, and then the other, up on the bed. She slowly crawled to Scott, bowing her head and drawing her tongue along his fingers and then his shaft, eradicating any trace of his secretions. Scott grunted, releasing hold of himself and lacing his fingers behind his head as Paula's lips engulfed the head of his cock. His eyes closed and his breathing became ragged as Paula expertly sucked him off. I was left.