Honey, It's Not What It Looks Like!
I was glad Terry wasn't here to see what I was about to do.
"Oh my God! Mindy, how could you do this?" There I was, caught kneeling before a man with his cock in my hands. 'How and why, you ask; I should start at the beginning.' I'm Mindy, and I've been happily married for three years. I'm twenty-six and an ER nurse. My husband, Terry, is twenty-eight. It was an unseasonably warm evening for December, which wasn't unusual for southern California. We arrived at our neighbors Bob an...