Why, I still ask myself. I sit down on the bed next to her and run my fingers up her stomach, running them over her breasts and onto her neck, graspi...g it. Dont hurt me… She moaned.I would never.. I replied.I unhook her bra and threw it on the ground, only after sniffing the inside first. I wrapped my hand around her tit and slowly lowered my head onto her nipple and circled my tongue around it, feeling it get hard in my mouth. I played with her other nipples as I sucked on the one already in. . she asked if she could take another picture without my face, I accepted but asked her to keep this between us and she said that my wife would never know about it. I pulled my boxers down and was so hard that I started to look at her in a different way. She smiled again and made a comment about how thick it looked, she took 2 or 3 photos and kept looking at it with a bit of disbelief.. she said that it had been a while since she had seen a dick, and told me that my wife had mentioned it was. Sally wore a maroon skirt, which came up to just above her knees and was slit halfway up the left side. She'd worn a semi-sheer blouse, open just enough to show a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Ellie broke the silence, smiling wistfully as she cupped her wine glass in both hands. "Can I ask you something?" she said. "It's sort of personal." Sally shrugged, "Fire away." "Do you ever... think about the things we used to do together?" Sally arched an eyebrow, "Things...?" "You know," Ellie. Shifting in your seat to get more comfortable causes you to lose touch, but only for the briefest moment. The smile on your lovely face broadens as the wine and the music continue to dance in your mind with the sexy thoughts that have come for their so very welcome visit. Your head tilts back as the pleasure of the moment washes over you like a warm summer breeze. Your legs gently part, an invitation happily accepted by your gentle fingers. Another tickle across your lips most feminine,.