” Chrissie licked her lips, so that they glistened with saliva. She knelt down in front of him and, in a well practised move, freed his cock from hi... trousers and placed her lips around the tip. “This was not part of the arrangement Mrs Bernham, I don’t… oh God!” Now Chrissie was in control of this situation. As she expertly licked his shaft, massaging his balls, and took him into her mouth, he became helpless. He placed his hands on her head, clutching her hair tightly as she throat fucked. Twila studied herself in her mirror, appraising her high, firm breasts with dark pink swollen nipples. Her small waist that tapered down to a set of wide, generously rounded hips, down to the long, and gorgeously golden legs that her husband -even after eight months of marriage- still went crazy over. He thought she was the sexiest thing that he'd ever laid eyes on and never failed to remind her of that fact night after glorious night. Twila went over to her round jaccuzi tub and started some. “I want this cock raw.”Defeated, and without saying a word, the husband keeps his sight forward. I’m using my hips and moving back and forth on her clit, teasing her but not entering. My cock head becoming wet with her juices. I continue to thrust my cock back and forth on her clit. With a slight readjustment of her hips, she moves to where my cock moves lower. I am at her entrance, my cock barely touching her pussy. I slide inside, entering her. She wraps her arms and legs around me as I. I havea woman's voice now. I can't get it past the rubber tube stuck in mymouth. Nothing comes out but moans, and they probably think it's meapproving or liking what they are doing.They are drinking and drinking, lips sealed onto me. They remind me ofbaby calves sucking on bottles. They look blissful.Sing. Maybe I can sing to them. I can get out notes I think. I can getout something that reminds them I'm not an animal.I hum. That's what I do. Been doing it all my life. I hum a song I havebeen.