Anne again thanked Tony for his comments but said after 15 years together we each knew what each other wanted, our fantasies, what our bodies liked, d...sliked, what turned each other on and how fantasies sometimes came into play. Tony still having not taken his eyes of Anne’s body and the area between her legs asked Anne “so what fantasies do you have Anne” Anne just said that this was not something for discussion as it was very personal, and fantasies are not always acted on in real life – just. .. my companies effect economic crisis , my boss protect my job, he is 48 year old man ,4 week befeore he saw my wife in my office and he told me, you ara a luky man you got a beautiful arab hijab wife ,and i am realy like ur wife, iam realy wanna meet ur wife and dinner with her ,ididnt say nothin,because of my situation , he told me these words evey day , I know that boss have some kind of sexual fantasy , didn’t talk about my wife, after 1 week I pland , I know that agust 30th she wanna. She was angrier than she had been in her entire thirty-five years. “Too bad you can’t fuck with that passion.” Brad didn’t let up. “This isn’t over.” Serena stopped short of an actual threat. “Thanks for the warning, I will be careful.” Serena cut the conversation off before he could revel any more. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew Brad was laughing his staccato laugh and surely with tears rolling down his cheeks. It made her sick to think she used to find his laugh attractive. Serena. I can't believe what I'm doing and how much I'm enjoying it. I slowly start to creep my hand down Whitney's navel and slide under her waistband. She stops me. I begin to feel rejected until she flips me off. "No ma'am. I want to do you first." I lay down. Whitney pulls of my shorts and underwear. She stops as she looks at my shaved little pussy. She slowly kisses my inner thighs, inching closer and closer to my wet cunt. She dips her tongue into my pussy and my entire body feels like it's on.