"That's exactly what I need!"I pressed all four fingers hard on her clit. "Yes, yes, fucking yes," moaned Lynne.I started to vibrate my fingers on her...clit. Lynne reached down to her crotch and pressed my fingers even harder into her clit. She was breathing was heavy. "That's it! That's it!" she moaned.After a few seconds of vibrating her clit with my fingers, Lynne arched her back. "Yes, yes, yes!" And then after a few more seconds. "I'M CCUUMMIINNGGG!" she yelled out and arched her back. The animals gathered. "Let's strip her now!" one of them said."Sorry," Dave held up his hand. "You can't." That's a reasonable request, she can't stop us!" one of them yelled."She's not. I am. It's a reasonable request, but one I already made. I requested it earlier, so I will be undressing her today. And I don't need any help."Oh my GOD! He'd do that? I remembered what he said-don't act surprised-so I forced a smile. He came over to me, whispered, "relax," and started unbuttoning my. Not today. I did appreciate your helping with those things the other day." You need anything — I mean anything, you let me know, okay?"Again his meaning could not be interpreted as anything but a proposition.Fleeting images of naked bodies danced through her mind. She found her pulse increasing, her heart pounding. He was handsome and muscular and personable. He could be charming. And those eyes which spoke volumes — seductive and mysterious."I... not at the moment," she had managed, hoping she. We have been married over 20 years.... The other night (while we had the house to ourselves) she approached my about her panties. " What are you doing with my panties?" she said. I played dumb for a bit, then figured I would confess, although I know she is aware that I sniff them...I reminded her of the night a few years ago when I confessed that I had a fetish for her panties. She said she vaguely remembered, but wanted to know more. I told her I was not cheating on her and that I just really.