.. awsome. I slam into her just as hard as she is slamming into me. My wife can't take anymore for the momment, and starts to slide of the cock.I slow...ly put Laura down and tell her, "Laura, I'll give you a minute sweetheart... but your ass is mine. Faith, pass me that KY. You up for giving my wife a DP?" Fuck, yeah. She looks gorgeous when she's getting fucked." I hear her say enthusiasticly, and breathily. Passing the lube to me she wraps her arms around my wife's back and using her left. I couldn't really imagine her with boobs though — it seemed a strange thought. I tried hard to visualise it and just couldn't get an image of her in my mind. Maybe she'd have discovered masturbation by now too, but I couldn't really imagine her doing that either! It was almost as though she seemed so unattractive that I couldn't see how she could enjoy her own body either! Still, I guess a year ago maybe she would have thought the same about me! Despite totally failing to imagine a more. Marie, of all people, was the one who noticed my mood.“What’s the matter, Charlie? You don’t seem to be yourself. Is there something wrong?”“No, I guess not, I’m just thinking about tomorrow night. I’m just getting a little anxious about it, pre-fight jitters.”“Don’t you think he’s going to win?”“Well, I think he can win, but that doesn’t mean he will win. I just don’t want to get my hopes up too high. I’ve been through this before and been disappointed; you know, once burned twice shy.”“You. Tracey was still carrying the Tee over her shoulders, her tanned body glowing from a nearby blacklight. "You should just forget the shirt and go as you are," Liza suggested. "It looks like you're wearing tan lines and a big smile." "Ok, I got an idea," Tray responded, and started tearing the flimsy shirt into strips. "Got it, we just kind of tie you up, like a bit of bondage baby?" the brunette squealed. As they coiled and wound the transformed Tee around the shapely form of the blond, they.