Or better still, my pants …in them, that is. Mmm, lovely thought! I stretched out, resting on the grass, and thinking now how nice it would be to h...ve a man touching me, sliding my pants down and putting his hand between my legs; exploring me down there; parting my lips, which were swelling now, pressing my thighs wider apart; touching me inside and making my juices ooze and run down my crack into my bum …which is what was going to happen soon if I kept on with this train of thought!I was in. I delight in upping the anté each time, reliably informed by her ever-so-tangible arousal. The sweet aroma of her undeclared craving seem to permeate and hang about her mingled with a pleasant fruity perfume, and inviting to us both explicit flashes of what could be.At such suggestion I feel my length unfurl against my leg inside my trousers. I am sure my protusion is writ large for all to see, and indeed she openly casts an involuntary glance down. I don't think she was consciously aware of. A few seconds later, I read her answer: “being naughty…”I rushed to the back yard, to look over Sam’s house; but all lights there were out. It seemed nobody was there inside.Then I asked Ana what she was doing. A couple minutes later, I received a short video.My slut wife was kissing Sam's massive shaft up and down, wrapping her lips around his length and stuffing as much of that huge piece of meat into her mouth as she could. Her little delicate hand was massaging his heavy balls as she blew. . I stood dazed for a moment and then looked back at the hunter. I felt a heat in my face and knew I was blushing. I loved the man before me with all my heart. A part of me said he was a disgusting pig, astonishing me that I could think such things about the man. I quickly banished that ugly thought. The man leaned in and kissed me. I parted my lips, offering no resistance. I let his tongue into my mouth, and felt it brush against my fangs and rub against my own. Shuddering at the feeling I.