There was this one year where all she brought over were string bikinis from Marks and Spencer (a famous UK brand). Nude. White. Black. Those were the ...olors. Stains would vary from yellowish on the white ones. To whitish on the black ones. Regardless of the color, they just smelled heavenly and sweet. I took one as a keepsake that year. A black one with thick mucus stains near the rear gusset is stashed in a zip lock bag to retain it's wonderful odor.The next year all she brought were those. She turned on her side, and her sweet tongue lapped at her juices, which covered my face. We ended up lip and tongue locked as I toyed with her taut nipples."That was extraordinary," she said. "You certainly kept your promise," she smiled at me. "Now it's my turn."She moved between my thighs and started caressing my erection and balls. Her tongue laved my balls, and she took each one into her mouth in turn and softly ran her tongue around them. I could feel my precum oozing out of the tip. She. I pulled my finger out, and replaced it with two, drawing another moan from my wife.My next step was to roll Priya onto her back, and replace my fingers with my now-hard cock, pressing into her slowly and gently. Her legs separated, and and pulled up, allowing me to penetrate more deeply, as her heels began to press against my ass and encourage me to do so.It wasn't long before we went over the edge together, her orgasm happening first, and triggering mine. We remained joined for a moment,. No emerald prom-dress tonight – she’s naked in the saddle, but for the plaid mini that dances around the junction of our bodies.‘God, Sir,’ my teenage cowgirl pants lustily, ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this!’‘Yeah?’ I clutch her hips beneath the plaid and thrust like I’m deep-drilling for wetness (of which there’s a slurping abundance). ‘I can’t believe I didn’t do it before.’‘What?’Boston gets the reference, even if Straight-A doesn’t. She’s haunting me cross-legged on the covers, nodding to.