I said when I sniff your panty it will bulge. She asked me what do I do sniffing her panty, I said nothing, keep sniffing for sometime that’s all. S...e asked me if I had wet dreams. I said no, never in rain or swimming pool, she laughed and laughed and was laughing uncontrollably. She said wet dreams means getting a leak from dick. I said I don’t know about it. She asked me to show my dick to her. I was bit shy but she undressed my pants and pulled me dick out. And she asked me to get her panty. She’d been glad that Howard hadn’t snuggled up that evening, and once he was sleeping, she’d risen and gone to the den.Coffee Club would understand about a good husband who worked too much, had too many answers and never just reached around to wife’s breasts. In Howard’s Lazy Boy, she did what she thought she’d long outgrown, and tried not to imagine who she was thinking of.Ronald and his friends were grilling hamburgers, gulping A&W and listening to Chubby Checker, a 431 Westlawn Drive summer. However, she did not waiver from her commitment and began to gather her things to leave in a timely fashion. She checked her hair and makeup adding a little more gloss to her lips. She peppered herself with her designer fragrance paying attention to the valley between her breasts and her inner thighs with light touches of the sweet perfume. She grabbed her keys and purse and wondered if she needed a coat for the evening. She looked outside and the autumn sun had already set and a coat would. Looking over her shoulder to ensure she was alone. Skimming the images top to bottom, left to right allowed Chloe to share, indulge even, the previous evenings passions. The top left photo was Lana dressed in a long sleeved black blazer dress. Somewhat high above the knee for Lana’s 40 plus years but perhaps just for the private occasion. Yes, she could pull it off. She appeared less demure than usual, slutty. Made up for purpose of a fuck session. Heavier lippy and makeup. Lana could be seen.