And she’s not concerned about money. Between us, we have enough to live simply and fulfill dreams. She’s not into accumulating stuff. She knows sh... might need to leave it all behind so we can do something new.She doesn’t need me. She wants me. She is complete, whole, and content with who she is, but likes being with me. She likes having me to plan with and to play with. It’s more fun, and she likes having fun. She has ideas about where to go and who to visit along the way, but doesn’t need to. As we headed into the mall, I wasn’t entirely sure exactly what I was going to have her do…but I knew I was going to make her show off her beautiful tits and pussy to total strangers. We started out with a few simple things…her leaning on the counter and bending over as she asked the male clerks in a few stores some questions…bending over to fix her shoe as her skirt rode up to expose her pussy slightly to the passersby. After a couple hours wandering around doing this kind of thing, we went to. I've always arranged meets and picked BBC for my wifes approval, but several weeks ago she told me that she wanted to search and find a bbc on her own and make all arrangements. She found one to her liking but I had no idea who he was. They chatted on the swing site at first then she began text and had phone conversations with him. She told me a few days before the weekend that we were to meet him at a local hotel. There would be no greet and meet, he would show up at our room. Saturday. ‘Oh, that’s so sweet, so nice. Please, don’t stop. Do it again, please,’ she pleaded. Then she dived back onto my swollen flesh, licking everywhere and sucking, nibbling and licking again. As nice as it felt, though, the urge to come in her mouth again never resurfaced. Kylie and Shawn had shifted positions. She was riding him in the classic cowgirl form. Her red hair tossed around as she bounded on him, grunting and groaning. His hands mauled her breasts and his hips rose to meet each of her.