I shivered, the heat growing in my pussy. That molten passion swelled. My hands clenched as he exposed more and more of the lacy petticoats beneath.�...Let me help, Master,” Greta said. She moved up before me, her own skirts swishing, and clutched at the layers of petticoats, lifting them. “She’s going to glow.”“You are such a wicked husband, Sven,” I groaned as they exposed my legs. Then my rump. I found myself bending over anyways, that heat burning in my pussy. My face pressed into Greta’s. And I have never tried to impose my sexual fantasies into our love life.I heard what he said, and agreed, he had never mentioned animal sex to me. And we had been together for three years.I lifted my head up, looked him in the eyes, and said I was wrong, and I would like a chance to prove it.Paul put a his hands on either side of my face, and kissed me, it sounds stupid, but I got butterflies in my stomach. I was so relieved, I kissed him back, putting my tongue into his mouth. Running around. When the last of it was out of my cock, she was still grinding against me, getting the last pleasures as my dick very, very slowly receded inside her. I lowered her hips gently to the now-rumpledbedcovers and slowly withdrew my finger from her newly violated back door. I removed the pillow and carefully shifted until she was stretched out on her side, in the cradle of my arms. We nestled like spoons, my cock still trapped in her twitching little pussy. I leaned over and kissed her ear and the. Slowly, tauntingly, she massaged thatcrinkled erectile flesh with strong rotary motions, milking the electriclittle buds for every twinge of passion which she could evoke. Theeffort left her weak and panting, leaning against one wall of the showerstall for support.Losing herself for the moment in a private fantasy world of her own,Penny Tucker was drawn back almost unconsciously to her porch and thelascivious scene enacted there only the previous evening. She vividlyrecalled the sensations.