When I had cried myself out, I looked in the mirror and noted my hair pulled back carelessly with a thick black hairband, my worn t-shirt, my faded le...gings. When all of your attention is diverted from me to other things, I tend to let myself go. Resolution comes with clarity when I cry myself out and I am resolved to use all of my womanly gifts to restore you.Though fragile and so heavily reliant upon you, I am a dutiful wife and I love you. I love being with you, love being your comfort and. It moulded itself to her hour-glass figure and it was clear thatshe had somehow forgotten to put on any underwear this evening!Then there was Jill - (who fell down the hill with Jack) - dressed in aminuscule white nurse's uniform. She had fabulous long legs clad in black,fully-fashioned nylons, with her suspenders on view under the hem of heruniform.Next up was Goldilocks. I was pleased to see she hadn't been put into someovertly sexy outfit. In fact she had no clothes on at all; her,. Yes Becky. I’m going to cum. You are making me cum now. Yes. Suck it now!” and I felt the first plug of his sap as it shot up the shaft of his cock and I pulled my mouth away as I carried on rapidly pumping him with my hand. Then it flew from the end. A thick wad of hot white cum blasted out and plastered my forehead and my hair. I pumped him again and the next stream flew and I moved to open my mouth and catch it on my tongue where its salty bitterness struck home straight away and I engulfed. “I asked him to and he said no. He said he didn’t like the taste of pussy, and that it was different than me blowing him because the only time I tasted anything was when he would cum.” Jamie propped up on her elbow facing her friend, one eyebrow raised. “So he still had you suck his stupid dick?? And never reciprocated.” Kelsey nodded, a look of embarrassment flashing across her face. Jamie shook her head. “Well he’s wrong. About a lot of things, but especially about pussy tasting bad. I bet.