I sort of hold my breath when this part arrives. Her body being
used for pleasure, somehow it has been easy to be down with that. But forceful, prolonged,
passionate kissing . . hmm it .
. takes my breath away? or at least makes me reflexively hold my breath, since that is just about the only thinh under my control at this point.
Why,why? because the right kind of kissing implies a bond, a claim to shared passion which definitely gives a cuckold more to worry about. And when that kissing comes while they are already locked in a passionate missionary embrace, possibly procreating if he is sans condom,
wow(!) . .all that makes my stomach filled with butterflies. I know it is all well and good, it
has been well and good in the past; fun and very exciting to see. . but kissing, it ups things a notch, to seemingly fraught with danger. Okay I'm going back to the closet and holding my breath.