But it has one major flaw.”“Oh,” she whispered, “how have I failed?”“Now don’t be upset,” he said walking over to her, “the problem ...s,” resting his hands on her hips, her face so solemn, “you are not looking after your husband,” pulling the ties of the bikini. It took her a second to realise that the bottom half was on the floor.“Bobby you are such a...” she was cut off from saying anything else by his mouth covering hers, his tongue searching hers. She groaned as one hand cupped her rubbing. Her nipples were stiff with arousal as she wiggled her hips to pull the dress down to her black shoes, no underwear to speak of as she stepped forward and looked down at her prize."Honey I'm gonna make you boil..." Going down to her knees Karen pried the pant zipper open, almost ripping the garment open as she pulled his erection free, licking her lips again. She breathed in the testosterone scent and engulfed the boy's cock with her mouth. As she began sucking him off, she could feel him grab. Her husband and his family. And friends and..."No! Emma! How could we?" Easily. I've got a car. We could simply go. Why not?"He looked at her in horror. She had pitched him from the comfortable aftermath of his most profound sexual experience into some bizarre gypsy escapade. It would have been terrifying if it hadn't been so ludicrous - a musical comedy pursuit by her outraged husband.He got up and searched vaguely for his clothes. "I'd better go."She slipped the blouse on and pulled it round. She closed her knees up and covered my face completely under her big ass. I moaned as she covered my face. Then she reached her hand back further and grabbed my tits, slapping on them. Then reached forward and went into a draw and pulled out a clamp with a small chain, reached back again and clamped my tits with the clamp. It felt so good. Again she slapped my tits with her hand as they wiggled and stood erect and red. Reaching back with her hand even further, caressing and tickling my stomach..