After I had watched my girlfriend strip for her ex boyfriend Barry and give him a long, slow handjob, she teased me about it constantly.
"He really loves my ass. Did you see how he couldn't keep his hands off of it?" she'd ask even though she knew very well I had seen and memorized every second. "His c**k got soooo hard. I really wanted to be good but I couldn't help taking it in my mouth a little" she'd taunt in something approaching a little girl's voice of wonder.
When I'd ask her if she wanted to do it again...to take it further, however, she had been consistent. "There's too much history. I can't take it further with Barry or I don't know where it will end up." Finally one night while f*****g me she offered me a little hope. "Why don't you find a stranger...a gentleman we don't know
