Your nipples are now so hard, they are pressing up against the confines of your bra. “Good things come to those that wait, go and sit on the bed,�... you whisper seductively but sternly. I watch transfixed as your hands run down your body until they reach the waistband of your lace thong. A gasp escapes my lips as you let it drop from your body, revealing your freshly shaven, smooth pussy.Your outer lips are already wet and swollen, and your juices have already begun to trickle down the inside. A minor doubt went through my mind when I realised that Ron’s cock was considerably larger and harder than mine but Sheila gave me that look that says she was really enjoying herself. A few minutes later, Ron took her over to the bed and told her to lay down so he could lick and finger her cunt; it wasn’t long before Sheila was moaning with delight and indicated she wanted Ron to slide his swollen cock into her wet cunt. I went over and parted her legs saying to Ron: “Go on, fuck my wife! Fuck. " Probably not," Samantha said softly, shrugging. "The bigger question isif he'd do it. Can you talk him into it? Maybe make him do it?" Samanthaasked, struggling to keep her excitement at the idea under control. Shedidn't want to appear to thrilled at the prospect, not yet anyway."Maybe," Julia said. She fixated on Samantha's painting, the womanwarrior, to draw some resolve as she talked. "If you told me, a weekago, that I'd be considering put breasts on my husband I'd have thoughtyou were. There was a glossy shine to my nails, and they seemed more perfect than they ever had. After Leslie finished up, we started a to walk back to the job.“Your nails look so good! Aren’t you glad you went with me?” Leslie asked.“Yours look good too. And yeah, thanks for inviting me.” I smiled.“Let me put your number in my phone, so we can hang out more sometime.” She said.“Sure,” I said, giving her the number, then saving hers after she called my phone.( Checkup )With everything feeling like it was.