Wife: yessir. I think you nicknamed him everreadymbecausemhemkept,coming and didn't get soft at all. The k** with the nice hot package.Me: sure, will ...ou be having tea?Wife: well...the cream anyway!Me: sure, have fun, my sweet! Any blow by blow reports would be greatly appreciated so to speak.Wife: of course. Where would you like me to entertain him?Me: wow, I get to pick?Wife: it's the least we can do, since you're giving your wife to a younger, hotter, longer lasting, bigger man!!Me: ouch!!.. I carefully bunch up the hose and slowly work them up my legs. The thought of putting on something that leaves you naked, underwear that is expected to be seen, is pure erotic bliss. There is beautiful lace work on the dark band at the top of my hose. Will an attentive lover stop to caress this spot on his relentless journey to his ultimate destination? Will he unsnap my garter belt and remove it from my waist, or prefer to leave it in place, so he can feel it as he moves between my thighs? I. As she eyed the boys' throbbing cocks, pussy-juice started leaking down between her thighs."So, what you guys wanna do?" Skip asked."I want a blow-job," said Greg. He stood up, his hands on his hips, his thick cock ready to split out of its foreskin from hardness.Jenny took one look at Greg's lube-oozing prick and she went down on her knees in front of him. She swallowed his cock to the balls, burying her nose in his thatch of black groin hair. The cock tasted sweaty. It was red-hot and harder. The two knew each other intimately through an unusual exchange of events, but had rarely spoken, and had no communication on any regular basis. In fact, their encounters had been spontaneous, with the exception of one particular gathering she invited him to… but each had definitely been a memorable experience. As she approached, he stood up in greeting as the waiter pulled the chair to seat her. She smiled shyly, not looking directly at him, seemingly uneasy at the formality of a public.