I asked him if I looked sexy. He told me that I was very sexy and that I made him very horny. I asked him if he wanted to get a close-up view. He told...me yes. I lowered myself and straddled his face with my legs. My wet pussy was hovering just a few inches from his mouth. I asked him if he enjoyed servicing my pussy and he told me that he loved doing it. I told him to open his mouth. He did. I then pulled on his leash which made his head tilt back. His lips were now within a quarter inch from. I asked what was wrong with that and my wife stated that she couldn’t take her eyes off the lass she jut seemed transfixed by the site and it was the noise of the door opening that startled her into making an excuse about not needing the loo and come back to me. The talk of this was getting me hard and I asked her if she fancied a little one on one while we were in the mood. She shrugged her shoulders saying that she was not really up for it and really wanted to get comfy and maybe have a kip.. But I will still enjoy your spirit when I come to visit with you." Tom held his arms as a Cheyenne warrior would. He smiled and thanked him for his words.In the library Tom found that all of the books were there on the shelves, and there was the chest. On the top of the chest was the key, but he wasn't concerned, nobody here was concerned with the contents of the chest. In the bedroom Tom found a wardrobe, and when he opened it he wasn't surprised to see clothes that he knew would fit, as well. Actually, I was a bit hot for her. That was surprising to me, because I’d never been attracted to another woman before.She was just good; a really good girl. Not because she prayed and didn’t have affairs. She did volunteer work on weekends and evenings, she collected for charity, she did those things that the Christians say they should do, but rarely actually do. Ruth prayed before bed, and said grace before meals; that was annoying to me at first, but I soon got used to her weird ways.I’m a.