In fairness to me, we hadn’t seen any face pictures or spoken to our mystery dates, just exchanged some racy messages, so I had a right to my nervou...ness.My hubby assured me that we would have a good time. If they actually showed-up which was questionable, we would either click with them, or not, and then decide what happens next. I inhaled and exhaled a deep cleansing breathe and asked him to zip me up. I wore a sexy little midi dress that hugged my curves and pushed up my boobs into a little. I hope it doesn't come to that because Frank informs me you are a first rate tradesman, they are hard to find. Give it some thought mate." With that I moved on to reacquaint myself with some of the old crew. Looking back I saw one of the older hands having strong words with him."Hi Dominic, how are you going mate?" Good Wiz, how was the holiday, you pick much grape?" Yeah Dom, had a good time until they told me Dad had died." Yes, we all sad, him a good boss man." Thanks Dom, I'll talk to you. ” My fingers tightened on her ass, digging in as I felt my balls start to tighten. Her mouth fell open in a tiny O, butterfly lips quivering. “I’m going to cuuuuum,” she whimpered. I couldn’t last much longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside her tight tunnel. I couldn’t wait. I trailed a finger between our bodies, collecting a bit of her juices before swirling it around her tight star. She body tensed all at once, nostrils flaring, mouth gaping open in a silent scream when a finger. So come up to the lab, and see what's on the slab...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDe5Ckt4joQLet's start from the ground up - graceful, shapely feet taken from a prima ballerina. Nothing like having a good partner to go dancing with. Going up, we have the slim, white, muscular looooooong legs of a Swedish beach volleyball player. Ah, the paradox of Sweden; they have horrible beaches but bombshell blond volley ball players...On top of the legs, we'll have a big, curvy, juicy, smackable,.