I skipped back to the message menu and opened the next text. This picture made me stop in my tracks. Same room, same wife, the only thing different wa... that her clothes were gone. She was sat on the sofa wearing a matching bra and panties set, that I had bought her for Christmas. Finishing her outfit were the hold-ups and high heels that she had left the house in hours ago. I blinked furiously to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and this was confirmed when the phone buzzed again. The accompanying. I suckd my fingerz again this time tastin ur cum...it tastd so good...I wantd to pull da car ova n fuck u right there...but I couldn't...nex thing I kno, u pulld my dick out n startd suckin it...u lickd around my head n in tha hole of tip of my dick...then u suck on the suck as if it was a straw...u took ya hand n startd beatin my dick wit my dick in ya mouth...damn it felt good as hell...u took ya hand off my dick n moved ya mouth lower n used ya hand to massage my ballz...da sensation I was. John stayed the day, then in the late afternoon; he flew out on a charter floatplane. I had mentioned getting a floatplane for our use out here, and he was to check into finding a nice one. Something that I could learn to fly without too much trouble. Carl and I were for sure going to get our pilots certificates and I think May and Jan were interested in learning to fly too.That night, as Jan got dinner ready with the help of Anne, May began to act weird. She was guiding me around the house,. I've left the door to my office slightly open, some one walking by could see what I'm up to. How do you do this to me? You make me want more. You've made me so kinky, hoping someone will catch me pleasuring myself then offer to help. Maybe the whole office will help, shoving cock after cock in me, any where they can then they can all cum in my mouth. Mmmmm.... Pussy too. I love a dripping wet cunt that I can tongue fuck while I'm being double stuffed and pounded into oblivion. She can suck on.