..yesssssssss...Shell. That feels so good. Yes, I'm a pantyboy....I'm YOUR panty boy. And I love being your panty boy," he said."Well....so many years...you only had your panties to keep you company. Andnow you have me too. Me and your panties....and me and MY panties. Heehee", she added. "Do you like my panties, sweetheart? Here, look close atwhat I'm wearing today." What was I hearing and what did she mean by 'somany years you only had your panties'. Maybe my son was gay. But, no, hehad her in. Our body’s were getting hotter and sweating slowly due to hot action.I made her sit at the edge of the bed and removed her top first then her jean.She had an amazing pair boob size of 32.Not too big or small ,perfectly held by the bra.She had an amazing body with less fat in tummy and was looking like toned. She remove my t-shirt and started kissing on my chest.I really started enjoying when she kissed on my nipples and biting it slowly. At same time I was pressing her boobs from top of. . the long... long... long car ride back and forth from work.You were also way too busy running maintenance on the "ancient" cabin, so much so that your sex life suffered and this week you and your wife had not had barely any intimacy which explained her rare bitchy demeanor going full time.Life wasn't so bad back then... Its only recently the real trouble began. You think it all started on wednesday when your wife "accidentally" woke you up as she was going to work...As your eyes switch. Even that didn’t wake him from his stupor. He stared vacantly at my busy piston as I continued without pause, ramming into his girlfriend.At last he began to come to his senses.“Suzanne!” he blustered. “Who is this man?”“It’s Mr. B.” she volunteered, taking his sorry thin penis out of her mouth for a second. “Shake hands! Say hello!”He didn’t shake my hand, and I didn’t offer him mine. I was too involved in alternately squeezing Suzanne’s ass, pulling her hips towards me, or leaning forward to.
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