He had followed John's instructions fromthe box delivered earlier in the day. Opening the door, he saw Johnstanding outside with a grin on his face......"Hi cutie!" John exclaimed. "You're looking great! Ready for somedinner?" John, I can't go out like this!" Bob exclaimed."Why of course not," John replied. But I have the other items you need tocomplete the look."Bobbi sat at the table trying to read the menu. He was nervous and spentas much time watching the people around him as he did looking. I continue to massage, until I get drier down below and the sperm is absorbed like sunscreen. What he sees turns him on. His cock is almost fully erect again, he wants to fuck me a second time. For a moment I hesitate, then I refuse. There really doesn’t have to be a second time with him.This does not suit him at all, but I start getting dressed. Because in the end, I have plans for something else. After finding my underwear, I slip into my skirt and button my blouse. One last kiss, one last. In her mind she imagined this female to have large tits even larger than her own and a blonde downy cover over her cunt.Now the invisible hand was stroking Abigail's stomach and working their way up towards her tits; now the imaginary fingers circled her tit flesh in ever decreasing circles until Abigail gasped as the fingers flicked her erect nipple. The entire touches were so light and yet extra sensual that Abigail swore she was dreaming but yet the feelings were real enough.The sensations. At thirty-one, Happy still had the body of a woman in her twenties, her tits were still firm and round, her body still soft and curvy. Franny Reynolds, another bored housewife, had her face buried in Happy's brown bush, going to town on her snatch. Franny was an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman. Her tits were massive pillows, and her hips and ass were curvy."Oh, fuck, eat me out!" Happy moaned, a big smile on her lips as the redhead licked her cooch as eager as a cat laps cream in a saucer.I.