’ Carla sighed. ‘Sorry Tommy, we can’t tell you that story now. It’d take too long and I have to go and get ready for work. I have to be there...for noon,’ she chuckled as she got off of her boyfriend’s lap. He pulled Carla back and frowned at her. ‘I’m your boss, you can have the day off,’ he told her. ‘No more stalling, one of you is going to tell me or else. Women aren’t the only ones who can cut off sex, you know!’ He said in a serious tone. Both women stuck out their tongues, but were all. When the men arrived for the bachelor party they could hardly believe how alluring my wife looked in the shift through which they could see her nipples, and even the slit in her vulva. As she passed the drinks around they held her, kissed her, and fondled her under her shift. She giggled, and playfully pushed them away. After the drinks began to do their work, my wife produced a CD, and a large fan, and said, “When I was at college I took a course in modern dance. Let’s see if I remember. "Not heavy for a big strong guy like you," Mrs. Cox said with a smile as she straightened up, and as she playfully reached over and squeezed Mike's bicep - making him glad he wore the tank-top if not the revealing shorts - she added, "I used to play field hockey back in college and liked to mix it up but those days are long past."Mrs. Cox knelt on the pad and Mike eased down to his knees on the grass to join her, wishing he could have seen Mrs. Cox playing field hockey when she was his age and. .,.” My girlie voice was pleading. “Well I’ve never had a woman ask me to fuck her ass!” he chuckled. “You’re gonna get your wish!” He bent me over the hood of the car and lifted my dress higher. The antique lace of my slip still covered my ass but the dark outline of my panties and garters was very obvious through it. His hand pushed my slip up to my waist and then took hold of my satin panties. Roughly he pulled them to the tops of my thighs. The cool night air on my exposed derriere.