She only added the six inch stiletto heels to her wardrobe so her ass cheeks would be shown to best advantage. The young wife could see the middle-age... Martin sitting in his Lazy-boy right in front of the wide sliding glass doors and he had no clothing on below the waist. It was easy to spot his huge erection and she knew he was ready for a nice warm-up performance as she ironed the tablecloth and her skirt for his viewing pleasure. She liked the fact that he never stopped pleasuring himself. It was a pleasant smile of recognition, but it was laced with sorrow. At last he spoke. ‘I guess you’ve won,’ he croaked. ‘You’ve caught me. I’m ready to go with you.’ ‘I was never pursuing you,’ she responded. Though her voice was the voice of a young girl, it, like her eyes, spoke with centuries of wisdom and sorrow. Joseph wondered at this in a girl so young. ‘Why are you here, then?’ he asked. ‘I am only here because you invited me,’ she replied. ‘Invited?’ asked Joseph, slightly. .. I..." Karen tried to say, but her mouth found it to form coherent words. Taking the opportunity to make his move, Louie kissed her on the lips, and then quickly withdraw as Karen tried unsuccessfully to keep the contact up. She was left gasping for air, her body full of excitement as she beheld the handsome man before her.Out of reach for the moment, Louie said, "Have you ever been bitten before, or do you prefer to do the biting?" Both are fine with me." Karen said, brushing her long hair. " Emboldened, Sasha grabs him with both hands, grips him tighter, and tugs him from base to tip. She experimentally circles her hands once and does it again when Jackson shifts into her with a grunt. "So perfect," he says again, and she flushes with pride. She's making him feel good. She's giving him pleasure. The rush of power it gives her makes her a little dizzy. "Can I taste you?" she asks, and watches as Jackson closes his eyes and bites his lip. "No," he says after a while, and Sasha.