There was little doubt of her experience with the opposing gender that somehow added to her mystery and sensuality. In my younger years I may have gi...en chase, but time and experience had tempered my hormones towards the redeeming graces only Becky could provide. I was awakened by Naomi fishing my flaccid penis from my crinkled underwear as my wife frantically frigged herself beneath the covers. When Becky realized I was awake, she laid the most passionate kiss on my lips she had given. He slowly rose to his feet, kissing her thighs and belly as he readjusted her dress. He found her mouth and kissed her, his tongue again probing for hers. She kissed him back, loving the taste of herself on his lips. He moved his hands up to her tits, her hard nipples straining against the thin material, eager for his touch. He played with them, roughly kissing and biting them through her dress. Leaving trails of saliva and pussy juices, his mouth moved up to her neck and kissed and nibbled,. She seemed satisfied."Not to worry," she announced with a self-satisfied air. "Misha poopsoon."Maybe it was her finger inside me that broke down my last resistance andloosened me up. Maybe it was just the working of the liquid now gurglingin my tummy. Maybe it was just the inevitability of it all?but I couldfeel my bottom lip tremble as the last of my resistance started givingway."Oh!" Wendy said, suddenly seeming excited, "I do believe you're rightJuanita. Look at our little Misha's face, Greg. Thrilled Rita accepted all Saloffered. She even asked if he would like to see her in the new garb. Sal saidhe would. A moment later she reappeared from the changing room. No longer wasshe a dreary salesgirl. Now she looked like a Parisian runway model. Salthought it was great and made Annabelle complement her on her style. She didn?twant to but did it anyway. The salesgirl just beamed and twirled about in hernew clothes. Sal said her was pleased he could make her so happy. Sal then produced.