I think I'll leave them on, thank you.Suit yourself Anita, whatever you feel like is fine by me.Doesn't your husband notice the bruises on your tits a...d thighs?Nah, like I said he rarely if ever fucks me anymore. The bruises are from my masseuse George.How about you Anita is your husband fucking you?Rarely, maybe once a month. He fucks me for two minutes, cums in my pussy, kisses me on the shoulder, rolls over and goes to sleep. I don't even feel him cum. That's terrible. Good thing we've got. Every inch of a female body attracts me.When I see a female’s neck covered with her hair; and when I see a female lifting her hands to adjust her hair; when I see a female walking by bumping her but, you name it, every aspect, every pose, every sound every gesture that is coming from a female excites me.I always wanted to caress a woman and get caressed by her. I always wanted to romance a female. Though I enjoyed sex with my husband, I never felt an exploding orgasm in our twelve years of. He could feel his own hardening dick strain against the material, bending uncomfortably, the ass play was really getting him off! Meanwhile, Gaius had carefully unzipped his prim and proper suit pants and pulled his cock and nuts through the generous fly, the very reason he bought that suit. He never wore underwear with his suits, something about underwear making him feel confined. The downside was that every time he had to run after a perp, his dong and bull balls would flop around in the. Reluctantly she opened them, to find a young man standing over her, two drinks in his hand. She shaded her eyes with one hand, but couldn’t see him as the bright sun silhouetted him. ‘W-would you like a drink?’ he stammered to her. From the sound of his voice, Denise didn’t think the boy could even be old enough to buy drinks. ‘Thank you, but, no!’ she told him. ‘It’s very kind of you to offer, though’ she continued more gently, ‘perhaps it would be better if you asked someone of your own age?’.