Midge happily gulped it down as my bolts spewed into her mouth, one after the other. In truth, her sucking was a trifle amateurish when compared to Gretchen’s expert lip service. But what Midge lacked in skill she more than made up for in obvious enthusiasm.
Gretchen also enjoyed it immensely.
“That was quite a sploog, Kenneth,” she said.
When Gretchen ordered me to go down on Midge again, she was fingering her own p***y. She made me feel her there. I swear my Wife was wetter than Lake Titicaca.
Together, the three of us had a most interesting cruise from that night forward.
When we returned to the city, Gretchen told me that chances were zero we would ever go on another cruise with Midge.
I was disappointed but expected as much. In keeping with her standard policy, Gretchen put the
