She moaned so sweet and then took my other hand and had me feel the crack in her ass. She kept pushing one finger in deeper and deeper to rub her assh...le. She seemed to like that so I kept it up. As I licked her clit she started pushing my finger in tighter in her asshole. I think she wanted me to put my finger inside it. Ok, what ever you want mom, I thought. She got her asshole all wet with her pussy wetness and took my finger and eased in in. She gasp and worked my finger in deeper inside. The only thing covering her nude body was a robe that had been provided for her after she had undressed for the class photo shoot. Standing there were her husband, the professor, and a girl about her age with a camera hung around her neck. The girl told Sandra, “We will make this as easy and professional on you as we can.”“We thought it would be easier on you if my female assistant worked with you. She is also a student in the class,” Professor Daniels spoke up. Of course, it was a lie about. My wife slid off my back, and she did give a loud, impolite yelp upon feeling the cold snow surrounding her feet. But, to her credit, my wife moved to stand before me, gave my lips a quick kiss, then dropped to her knees. Immediately, she worked to renew my vigor. In the confines of her hot mouth, my erection grew quickly despite the cold surroundings. I watched her shiver as she worked with a singular purpose, her free hand busy between her thighs, her eyes looking up my shivering form with a. ” Setting his drink down, he reached around and opened her robe, freeing her huge cum-crusted tits. He squeezed them together. “Such perfect big tits.”“Wanna hose them down again, baby?”“Don’t tempt me. I could fuck them over and over.”“Well . . . we have all night.” She sensually fed him as he caressed her. Between bites they kissed or nuzzled, the kitchen quiet but for the soft smacking sounds of their tender affections. “How was it?” she asked as he chewed the last bite.“Divine.”“It’s my.