"Oh, fine, she will be here in two days, so we had better get ready". Getting ready was fun, food shopping and moving furniture around, and making lov... whenever we wanted. My wife knows how to turn me on, and when we had moved the bedroom furniture around to suit, she flopped back on the bed, raised her knees, and just gave a little wriggle. My cock gave a twitch at that, and I joined her on the bed, first pulling down her jeans and panties in one movement, and diving in to cup her buttocks in. All this time, your body is trembling with indesion .I lift my body above yours and bring my cock to your pussy. As I massage your breasts with my hands, my cock is pressing at your pussy. I lower my hips a little bit and my cock’s head pushes ever so slowly into your body. I push harder and the head disappears and soon the shaft follows. I grab you around the thighs squeezing inward and thrust myself into you over and over.Your body is thrusting upward to meet my cock coming downward and we. I smile at him shyly and see a tent in his pants so I know I’m doing it right. I kiss him again and he leans down kissing my neck softly sucking on it and slides his hands down my top barely grazing my breasts. He looks me in the eyes as he lifts it over my head and his mouth drops open at the sight of the blue silk bra. I giggle and tell him about my trip to the store and he kisses me deeply, his hands on my lower back then reaches up slipping the bra strap from my shoulder, kissing my. The problem was that stupid Yog didn’t register in a hotel coz my husband told him that he is going to stay in our place. It was summer time and it’s to hot I was wearing a tight white belly top sure with no bra with a 34 DD I hate bra with a black short and tight mini skirt and a white thong. I arrived to the airport waiting Yog I recognize him immediately coz my husband had explain to me haw he looks like.Mr.Yog is an old fat man maybe 68years old bold with a mustache and his Chinese look. At.