I wasnt sure whether I should feel turned on or nervous but in the end I said, Sure why not - It could be fun.We booked our trip for 3 weeks in August... A cruise around the Bahamas stopping off at various islands. We didn't really talk about it anymore after that. And then August rolled around. I remember the day we were packing for the trip. As usual I had the small suitcase and I packed a few pairs of jeans, a few shirts and t-shirts but I couldn't help noticing that my wife was packing all of. I picked up the strap-on, it’s leather harness heavy in my hand. “Try it on, baby.” Her fingers flew, popping open buttons on her shirt and wiggling her short little skirt off. My blood was pounding in my veins, almost too loud to hear her. But I’d heard. I watched her getting naked, her supple body coming to rest on all fours on the floor in front of me. There was a tightening in my crotch. I licked my lips. My fingers reached forward and traced the silky valley of her cleft, teasing her. "Anything's easier than waiting tables," sheexplained when he asked. He could sort of understand that afterwatching his tiny mom race around a big restaurant carryingheavily loaded trays, and taking only short breaks during aneight-hour shift. Cocktail waitressing paid better tips anddancing better still.He had even faced the fact that his mother had slept with men formoney when he and she had most needed it. Just that, in fact, hadbeen the precipitating event that had led to their. I then started to french kiss her. I used my tongue to open her vagina and push my way inside her. I remember thinking "wow... I'm am actually eating out Amy Jo Johnson the Pink Ranger". As my tongue was inside her, Amy Jo began to ride my face and thrusting her pelvis forward. The longer I kept my tongue inside her, the more wet she got. By now, her vagina was completely soaked and dripping with her girly juices. My face was covered in her vaginal mucus yet, my mouth was still locked on her.