She said it felt really weird especially in front of guys who she knew well in an odd sort of way. Plus everyone was in the same boat so it wasn't too...bad.But unfortunately, it was my wife who was forced to surrender her third piece of clothing to the growing pile in the corner. She remembered her first feeling of embarrassment (met with equal enjoyment from the guys) as she found herself sheepishly deliberating with Susan over article of clothing she should remove first - her shorts or her. I spread her legs and lowered my body between them. I caressed her silky soft hair and nibbled at her throat. Her breasts rose and settled with each sighing breath. Our legs pressed together as my cock began spreading her moist pussy. I entered her slowly and felt the warm velvety skin expand and gradually envelop me. Her feet nestled against my thighs as our bodies moved and rocked together. She pulled her feet in closer. Her hands spread my ass and her fingers caressed my anus. I pushed my. All I can say is that thank goodness it is me that is responsible for dealing with the daily post for I opened an unmarked large envelope and pulled out some photographs clipped together which had a note attached. I riffled through the pictures and was horrified to see that in every one I was naked except for running shoes on my feet. There must have been six or more glossy pictures and all showed me in different poses ranging from my being tied to the table to being on my knees sucking at. Nobody around, I stopped and she came running on her high heels. I opened the door and she jumped in and yes, what you are thinking is true: It was the ugly one. But, a few glasses of wine during the dinner, and 2 brandy with the coffee made me decide to go for it. I drove away with her. She started talking telling me she had seen me so many times and I never looked to her, she had already lost her hopes to be picked up by me. As she was talking and touching me I looked at her: If you could.