Linda sighed, “Why couldn’t we have had a whirlpool bath years ago?”“We’d have lived in it.” I told her. “And we’d be madly wrinkled.�...�“Like now?”I slid my hands down one to each inner thigh, as I said, “You have always had, and still have, the smoothest skin.” And my hands stroked up and down her thighs. “Especially down there.”“Mmm,” Linda murmured, as she wriggled her buttocks into the softness of my groin. God, if only I had something there to meet her.How long did we lounge there, stroking. "I've always thought you're a sexy lady and Gary was lucky to have you, but if he's dumb enough to play away that's his problem!" She's a skinny little slut an' all" she spat, "Elaine told me she'd seen 'em together at 'The Mill' (a pub) and she was all over him like a rash. Bitch!"I spread a thick layer of skunk onto the paper and rolled it expertly while she got it off her chest, nodding as I understood how she felt as my ex had done the same to me two years previously.She drained her glass. This guy, I never even got his name, already had his pants opened, his black dick out and was eagerly in position waiting for my drooling mouth to do its nasty work. With a one, two, three, I engulfed his large cock with my salivating mouth like I would eating a banana.Within moments, this guy was moaning and thrusting his hips upward trying to get every inch of his black cock into my hungry mouth. All this while my wife was watching us by peering over the front seat. At that same time she had. “I’d like to take some pictures of you; both of you, together in your lingerie while I think about it.”They both cracked up laughing. Malena spoke for both of them, as they smiled and nodded. “Da, Rob. Da, of course.” She took the wrap off, laid on the back of the recliner next to the sofa, then stood by the wall and started. About ten pictures later, the last with them snuggling on the couch, I asked them what was for dinner.“We would say us, but we made a chicken thing that is ready and in.