On her feet, gorgeous green satin 3-inch Mary Jane pumps. The ones with the little straps over the foot to keep them on during a dancing storm. That w...s my wife. I saw that the dresses Julie and Sally wore tended to tent out from the hips but not far enough to flip up. Thigh holsters. Good idea, girls. The other ladies all had nice cocktail or dinner dresses and each was attired and footed appropriately. I say appropriately, but I was not the judge, here. These women were not just dressing for. She leaned in against him as his hands came around her. She was so beautiful, gorgeous ... no she was ... he gave up trying to articulate her figure before him in the light of the moon. It was full and cast a bright light through the open windows and gilded her creamy skin with its shine.She turned in his embrace, looking into his eyes, she brushed her lips against his lower lip, parting hers and slowly exhaling. Her hands stroked his pecs, and then lazily drifted down towards his stomach,. .Just as Linda started to work over Ted's cock, one thousand miles away, in the hotel room in Denver, Linda's husband James was laying back in bed. Sheila, his big, brassy Texas redheaded fuck doll, was eagerly sucking in his cock. Ever since her Daddy had taken her virginity when she was 16, Sheila had an Electra complex as big as the Texas sky, and she remembered fondly the times when she would fuck and suck Daddy's cock. She couldn't decide what she liked the most, having Daddy's throbbing. Miranda closed her eyes as cum peppered her forehead, eyelids, nose, chin, with more flecks covering her creamy breasts. "Uhhh! About to join you," Baen shouted, groaning like a dying beast as he threw his hips forward, his cock lancing deep into the gorgeous brunette's sloppy-slick folds. He bellowed, emptying his balls in her gooey pussy, and pulled out. Miranda looked down at what was left of her innocence, which was nothing. Her cunt was a cum-soaked disaster. She felt it running down her.