Gradually myhand slid in circles and to and fro until I found her pubic curls.She didn't move, but her breathing stopped. The action of herhand slowed...on my cock. I marveled at the shape and texture of her mound, firm androunded just enough to fit in the palm of my hand; and her silkentuft whose twirls clung to my fingers. My fingers drifted downwardand found her moist folds; her unmoving hand gave my dick a littlesqueeze. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to concentrate entirelyon what I was. Queresh was not a sorrowful man. He had wealth and close friends. But as his wife’s mental health failed, as the recent miscarriage sat like a welt upon his brain, he found a substitute within the alcohol. In all his drinking he tried to enjoy life, and liquor made him enjoy it more. A typical evening would run like this: He would call his wife from the office at five in the evening. He would say he was stuck in a meeting. He would give his love to his wife, and once he determined all was well,. Shewas about 5’4″ with a set of breast as firm and full asKarina’s and just as fake, I suspected. She waswearing a white cotton knit top tucked into a knee-length, tight leather skirt.“So pleased to meet both of you,” she smiled.“I hope you’re ready for a brand new season,” Janissaid. “Maple Sap Valley always seems to lose far moregames than it wins. And we know what that means.”Julie-Ann winced and blushed. Her husband smiledblandly.. Tammie knew better than to resist or even tospeak unless directly spoken too so stood there in submission listeningand getting ready to do what he was told to do. The four women lovedseeing a male being so subdued and acting so submissive. His entirestance radiated submission. Standing with eyes down cast, feet together,hands folded in front and purse hanging from his right shoulder. He had afeminine figure resulting from the corset and padded bra as well as thewomen's pants and blouse he was.