I knew, I mean, I KNEW, that she felt and meant every single word.I decided I would blow her mind in return. Not with words, but with action.I pulled ...er to me, and we kissed. Deep and soft, then gradually harder. Our tongues doing the dance that lovers have shared for thousands of years. I then moved to her neck and shoulders, kissing, and licking every erogenous zone that I have learned of over the years. Her breathing had already become very heavy. I felt her body coming alive as if from a. With hands on her lovely arse, groping her as they wished and according to hubby, after feeling up of what was on offer to them the bulls followed her upstairs to the bedroom. Hubby said it was like everybody following the Pied Piper with hubby being the last in the queue. I think it didn't take long for the boys to start this married sluts ordeal, one pic shows her undressed with her knickers still on, sitting on the bed with a bull behind her and another bulls cock in her mouth, this. She slides her hands down to her nice big fleshy tits and starts to pull on her nipples as she grinds her hips slowly and then bends over sliding her skirt down her long nice legs. I tell her “ to really work those nipples and talk dirty telling me what she wants to become”. She responds by taking her index finger and pushing on the bottle cap pushing it deeper in her tight pussy as her other hand is pinching and slapping her tits and she says “I want to become your complete slut and whore” “my. But she linked her arm through mine."You're allowed to look all you want," she assured me. "Since I know how damn good I look," she said with a smirk, showing she wasn't done teasing after all. "I mean, how could you resist?"She laughed, which showed she was finally relaxing around me, but still, I was cautious. I figured it was one of those little traps like 'Do I look fat in this?' or 'Does that girl look pretty?' The kinds of questions designed to get you into trouble no matter what you say..