Swinging the door back open to make sure I'd heard correctly, I saw she was already at her car, closing the drivers side door. She reached up to move ...he mirror, and holding full eye contact with me slowly winked and drove off.I stood there speechless for a second, trying to process what I'd just seen and heard. Then I frantically ran back upstairs and threw myself on the bed, frantically pulling my rock hard cock out of my pants. I began pumping my cock, moaning as I pictured her ass and the. Now I had two mistresses to go down on and they kept me so busy it was impossible to get any pussy, let alone ass to fuck. My tongue and lips were soon swollen to the point that people at work started to give me those looks that hinted I had some kind of disease. What drove me nuts was that as soon as my dear wife got home she jumped in the sack with her sister and they did an hour or more of sixty-nine before bothering to prepare dinner. Then immediately after dinner I'd be told to clear the. It only took a few sentences for her to go into a sweat. He had written about once when she was younger and the occasion when they had both been next to a swimming pool on one of their holidays in Acapulco. She vaguely remembered the holiday and even more so the day he was describing but certainly not in the way that he had written it. Apparently without her realizing he had positioned himself on a sun lounge directly opposite her and could not take his eyes off her vaginal area. So much so. She slipped in behind him and started massaging his tired muscles.Their guest lay nearby in the moss, still moaning softly and touching herself. In the silence of the cave, her voice echoed off the naked rock. The sound was more eerie than erotic.“Was it my idea to bring her back?” he asked against the background noise of female lust.“Yes,” Beauty replied.“You sure of that?” he teased. “Ouch!”She eased her strong fingers out of the tender meat of his shoulder muscles. “Sure,” she repeated in a.