Again, she obeyed, blushing now, her heavy, pale breasts and dark pink, hardened nipples exposed to his view. Only her pink lace La Perla panties hid ...he warm wanting dampness of her sex, and she had never felt so vulnerable in all of her life."Take off the panties, slut." The words were spoken softly but were without question. "Give them to me." She did as she was told, wiggling her panties off over her hips, down over the stockings, breathing hard as she handed the damp lace betrayal of her. He tried to gauge the current situation between Bert and Karen. Karen seemed more or less at ease around Bert and for some reason that made Paul’s stomach sink. He wondered if she didn’t even remember having sex with him. She had been extremely drunk at the time, after all. But the more he scrutinized the way they spoke to one another, the more he got the impression that she was well aware of what they’d done.Bert seemed to be engaging with her much more than normal. Hidden within the small. Yours are still the best." I heard that!" said Weena, carrying a towel-wrapped bundle."It wasn't a slight. I didn't say yours were bad. Mum's got nearly 30 years on you." True and I wasn't insulted anyway. Look what I've got." Looks like a little boy." Mummy washed away my old skin. She rubbed hard." Patrick, you want to go and help your mum pick carrots and radishes?" Sure. Get clothes first." Put on boots, both of you. There might be a snake in the patch." Really?" Unlikely. But it's. But while at the bar I was feeling really dirty again when two young black men started to chat with me this gave me a little tingle in my pussy as the thought of giving my husband the fantasy he craves and me getting the fucking of a life time.So I pretty much bluntly told them where hubby was and what I wanted to do and they didn’t believe me at first but once I convinced them it was for real they were well up for it but they said that they have to fuck me once before we go to the room and do.