She was coming out of the studio as the dogs and I came in. Magic launched his soggy length towards her and she knelt to fuss him. Trotsky looked in a... interested fashion, too aloof to prostitute himself for an ear-scratching. She smiled up at me. “ Hello, my Martin,” she said and my heart gave a funny lurch. She was dressed in some sort of loose-fitting overalls and her hair was scraped back and held at her nape with a band. Some loose tendrils of hair had escaped and she blew them from her. I was shamefully aware that hecould see my backside. In case I missed that obvious fact he cooed,"Oooo, nice buns. And so smooth." He patted my buttocks, first one andthen the other. Ernest put himself toes-to-toes with me. I feltparalyzed. He said, "I have to get an idea of your measurements. Handson head, please." My face grew warm as I did what he wanted. In nohurry, he eyed me below the waist, smirked, and told Bertram, "Hewouldn't make a penny working the street." Bertram said,. "You look different, care to elaborate?" I commented."I had a little work done on my face; some nip and tucks to smooth the wrinkles away. Also, I had some breast enhancement work done. I had them made a little bigger and fuller," she said smiling at me."Care for a test drive?" She purred."I probably can't afford your price." I mumbled back."You probably can't," she smirked, as she walked back toward her bedroomI wanted to ask her just how she paid for the surgery, but I couldn't pull the. All focus was now on robin, his strokes becoming quicker, more forceful, deeper, his eyes were open, staring straight into my wife's eyes just inches away, she stared back in a look of pure lust, she goaded him in words that were not much more than a whisper."Come on honey, that's it, I want it" Robin's face was wrinkled up as though concentrating, he was bright red and breathing hard, bathed in sweat, his thrusts suddenly got faster and he began to moan loudly.This was it, he was going to.