It was some years ago on a warm summer evening; my wife and I were sitting and talking together, reminiscing about days gone by. Turning around to face him, stark naked, she lay down on the bed. Anal sex As she sat there eating a bowl of cereal and reading the paper, she was startled by a wet nose and warm, rough tongue between her legs. The first time I ever grabbed her crotch it was just sopping wet after a night of kissing and playing around with me under the stars, and much later, after we were married, on a bright, sunny afternoon, I was working her over with one of those “barber massage” vibrators that you slip over you hand, and I was thrilled to watch the little drops of clear, lubricating fluid leaking out of the glands that nestle just inside the mouth of her vagina down by her “taint.” They came out of her beautiful cunt: drip, drip, drip, sparkling in the sun that streamed in the window. She locked the door, opened the window so she could hear if anyone came home, walked up to
