Her legs were strong, sure and shapely. She had the prettiest polished toes that a man would ever want to stick his tongue through(And I did). Dengu...langa had the fattest pussy I'd ever seen with flaps hanging from it and was always at least moist. Her pussy had a thick Afro on it. It couldn't be combed, it had to be picked. It tasted like a dish from heaven and she held my head and rode my tongue in rhythm, right into streams of pussy juice running down the crack of her ass. When we. He rented a car in the morning and they started out for Galway. Amy thought it was hilarious that they drove on the "wrong" side of the road. They took their time and stayed at a bed and breakfast about twenty miles before Galway. The next morning they made it to Galway. After checking he and Amy explored the city and she was like a child in Disneyland. They stooped for lunch at a small place in the center of town and she had her first taste of beer. She passed it to him and said that she. After another ten minutes, they were laughing so much they couldn't stand any more; the two women sat down on the lounge chairs to air-dry while Mark pulled the pool into position and started filling it.Meredith asked Lisa how her day went but Lisa, with a silent nod at Mark, suggested that she wait until Harold had arrived that evening to talk about it. Dinner, that night, was Tabbouleh, a Syrian dish made of bulgur, marinated red and green bell peppers, chopped romaine lettuce and black. Just about any of our acquaintances. So she can imagine she's fucking some semi-stranger.But here's my secret, a secret I haven't even told Lucy. Like a lot of guys, I kind of get off on the idea of my wife fucking other men. I know that puts me in some category of wimp/cuckold to some people. I don't know, it just appeals to me.Of course, we've never done anything like that. But I can't say the thought hasn't occurred to me. I don't know if it has occurred to Lucy. I never asked her. But I've.