I moved my hand down to check on her pussy; I reached under her skirt and slipped a finger inside her tiny thong. I was not surprised to find her snat...h all sticky and slimy from her juices. Ana half closed her eyes as I rubbed gently over her labia and occasionally into her tight pussy lips. I looked around and saw the black guy who had felt Ana’s butt. He was smiling as he looked at me.I kept looking at him as I licked my fingers when I removed them from my sensual wife’s wet pussy. The guy. Hasn’t anybody ever told you?”“No! I’ve dated, but you’re the first one!” Madisongave him a fierce squeeze around his waist. “Oh, I wish we had lots of time, time to get excited and get sexy with each other. But if we start that now, there’ll be hell to pay tomorrow.”Tom kissed her and sighed. “Agreed. We need our sleep. But I think I’ll dream of you.” Another sigh. “It’s so nice to be able to dream again. A month ago, everything was nightmares.”“Don’t feel guilty. You did what you had to do to. . ah, shit! Loser ... uh...” Jeff babbled, trying to compose a new wager on the fly.He didn’t notice his girlfriend rolling her eyes at his stupidity.“Winner gets to drive the loser to the hospital,” Paul muttered bitterly under his breath. He’d only been speaking to himself, but Marcy overheard the remark and instantly broke into a hysterical giggle.“Shut up, Marcy,” Jeff offhandedly chided her as he tried to concentrate on his problem.The moment he said her name, Bert had an epiphany.“Well,. If they saw how her breasts sagged, or what state of decay had set into her nipples, she knew that somehow their respect would slip several notches. So she firmly refused to strip naked. “This is highly irregular, Madame,” was all she could bring herself to say, while turning as red in the face as her sickly pallor allowed her to turn, and glaring at Madame Juliette herself, although the glaring took more of her guts than she imagined it should take. Madame Juliette didn’t fight back, but.