She was quite good at sucking his dick. She had a great technique and used her twisting hand to add to the experience. We figured it wouldn’t take h...m long to blow his load down her throat.We went back over to the blanket right beside them. I proceeded to do the same thing for my husband. I tried using some of her styles and mixing in what I knew my husband liked. Twisting my hand and sliding my wet lips on his shaft seemed to have a significant effect on him. Amazingly, both men shot their. I'm sorry.”I palmed her cheeks and pulled them apart, guiding the head of the cock between them. “You understand I'm actually about to put this in your ass, right?” I had to double check.“Yes Ma'am.”And I gave it a good push to get it a little ways inside.She yelped and pressed up onto her hands, but I forced her roughly back down. “Do you need your safeword?” I asked, my voice already turning raspy.“No but I--”“Then shut up and stay down,” I said, angling my hips as I gave another soft push. “Smart man,” Kurt said, clapping my shoulder. “What’s the plan for the day?”“My wife thinks we need to spend all day in bed because I had ice cream last night and a quarter of a waffle this morning.”“I wonder if that works on ALL wives?” Kurt asked with a smirk.“I don’t think ANY of the women in this room need ANY encouragement!” Tom laughed. “And no, that is NOT a complaint!”“It better not be, Buster!” Bethany said menacingly, but then turned to my daughter and softened her voice, “Birgit. Carol Ann accepted it with a smile and a "Thank you, Mommy." Trevor sulked as he broke small pieces off his plastic prize.Late that night, after the house was quiet and dark, I listened for a change while Sunshine did the talking. She reminisced about the club, the people she grew to know there, and the good times they had, long before I became a regular. That ever-present touch of sadness left her eyes when she went there, then returned moments later when she ran out of words. It was more than.