Thirty Seven
I lie supine on a towel. It is rare that Mrs. Winthrop allows me on her bed and she insists on neatness. I am given to oozing Favio’s sperm, despite the fact that his enormous p***s deposits his essence well up my colon.
I must helplessly watch as Favio kneels, his head pressed between the beautiful thighs of my naked wife, his tongue working her into a frenzy as her knees weaken in ecstasy.
“That stint on the island did wonders for your attitude and behavior, Thomas, kneeling and so generously offering yourself to my well endowed lover.”
Yes, a bored Mrs. Winthrop watched with glee as I fellated Favio to full erection and then powerful hands and arms of the virile gigolo pressed my head to the carpet and took me from behind. My wife laughed as Favio forced his way past my
