It wasn't until they stood at the end of the bed that I then, moved away from my wife sprawled out on the bed, and her eyes closed until I had moved a...ay and then her eyes feasted on what was going to fuck her tonight!! Her eyes shot wide open, a hellistic gasp sounded out, her head shaking no; AS she saw him standing there at the end of the bed his huge cock hanging as it was, Witchy Woman standing beside him, and reached over with both hands to grasp his cock and pulled it up and. "I thought I needed a Los Angeles mansion because I signed that big contract. I liked it, don't get me wrong. But I think I should have settled for something smaller. Have you thought about that?" Yeah," Brock said. "And if it was going to be just me, I'd go for one of the houses behind us. But I'm not going to be alone." No kidding!" J.C. said. "That's great. Uh, I hate to ask but which one? I could never be sure which ones were just friends which ones were more than friends."Brock. “Tegan! What are you doing?” “I don’t know,” I answered slowly, trying to figure that out for myself. “I just wanted to see if you were as ready as I was.” “Oh.” Kirsten leaned back into me. We sat there in silence for a while, but my hand remained between her legs. Her head was pillowed on my breast. Then she moved again. “Well...am I” “See for yourself,” I teased. “Ack! Kirsten!” I shrieked as she rang a finger down my snatch. We laughed and struggled for a bit, grabbing at each other’s. Then with a snicker she turned and looked at her ass. Still covering the soft flesh of her breasts she peeked slyly over her shoulder and thrust her rear out. She was perfect. No, she didn’t feel conceited in saying so, she was perfect. Her round and smoothly shaped ass looked heavenly in her designer jeans. Her hips curved up into a small and tightly tucked waist. She was a perfect hourglass and she knew why it was a shape so desired. Yes, she was hot.She turned back to the mirror and her hip.