He wasn’t disappointed.She wore a surprisingly short skirt for a woman her age. It ended a few inches above her knees. Vic didn’t mind that at a...l. It showed off her real sexy legs. And speaking of showing off, her tight blouse showed she had real nice tits too. Oh yeah! Mrs. Criscola still had what he liked and he still wanted what she had. Going about getting it was something else.Given her background, as well as their history, you had to think a shit like him didn’t stand a chance with. Once his wife found the pictures of my wife, and read the chat, it effectively ended their friendship.By our bad luck, she never saw any of these guys’ cocks, I would have liked to have seen her react to them! That is, until one night when she chatted with this one guy. She’d sent him pics earlier and then, seeing she was online, he had sent her a message. He was a traveling businessman and talked about being lonely and told her her pics helped him a lot. After chatting for awhile, she told me. We lay together on the pineneedle blanket, gazing at each other, love in our eyes. Danny revived, hiserection returning -- he nudged me -- I rolled over onto my knees, pulledmy knees up under me, my behind raised high and eager. I reached aroundbehind myself, pulled my cheeks apart to aid entry anew. Danny entered meagain and seemingly without flagging he rummaged and thrust and thrust,finally having another orgasm. We remained together while he continued tospurt into me. I felt his prick -- I. She wanted to look her best for Samantha.“Sam, hurry. It's cold out there. Get in here and warm up,” Hannah called out to her.Samantha sprinted up steps and onto the deck to where Hannah was waiting. Grabbing her sister in a tight hug. Her thick coat prevented her from feeling Hannah's breasts pressed against her own.“Hi, sis! It is so very good to hold you,” Samantha gushed.Unable to hold off any longer, she cupped Hannah's face in both of her hands and pulled her down. Samantha captured her.