Mark wore a light blue open-necked shirt and sand coloured trousers. They looked appreciatively at each other before gently kissing."I could eat you u...," whispered Mark in her ear.She bit his gently and whispered back, "I've started on you, you yummy man." What would you like to drink?" he asked her."Lager?" Coming up."He poured her drink and helped himself to a light ale and took both drinks over to the sofa where she was already sitting with her feet pulled up under her."Aren't we grown up,. I saw them from the shadows of a dark corner near the tables.As soon as my wife was seated close to that Latin guy, whose name was Giovanni, his large hands pulled her close to allow his thick lips to cover her soft mouth. The kiss went on and on...His hands took possession of her round boobs. There was absolutely no fumbling. With one smooth motion, he had her green lime dress unzipped and pulled off her soft shoulders. He kept touching her boobs and her hard nipples in the darkness…I could. My outfit for the day had been laid out on the bedroom chair. Every day he comes home with another sexy outfit sometimes three or four. Stockings, panties, basques. Today’s outfit is one of our favourites. White panties, white stockings and suspenders, black seven inch wet look heels and topped off by a micro mini French Maid dress in wet look PVC. I wear a little white lace pinafore with it and white lace gloves.I showered and shaved as Daddy got ready for work and slipped into my maids. Your hand moves around to the front of the inside of my jeans. You laugh when you fell how wet and excited I am. Your hand just barely grazes my wet pussy, teasing me, as it passes by to unbutton my jeans. I groan in frustration, as my hungry pussy cries out for your huge cock. You tisk at me, saying, "Ah, my Jodi. So wet and ready….. such a naughty slut. ... What am I going to do with you?," with laughing eyes.I retaliate by shoving my hand down your pants to firmly grasp your hard cock. You.