" We go over to the sofas and chairs that they mall provides for husband's whose wives are spending their money. "I know you want to fit into a size s...x or eight. But..." My mouth goes dry. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you are not a size six." Shelly looks at me with tears welling up in her eyes. "I know I'm not. I really am a size 12. Just guys don't like women that wear a size 12, and the clothes that they have for size 12's are not always very sexy." "Lets look and see what we. “Mike, eat her fucking cunt.” Both men got up and removed their clothes. Mike pulled my dress off of me over my head. I looked across at Jimmy and watched as he calmly sat and watched the show. Mike knelt in front of me while his dad stood over me on the couch. Mike aggressively pushed my thighs farther apart and then ran his fingertip through my pussy. “A dirty, wet girl…” He said. “… And fucking hot too.” I felt Mike’s tongue as it lightly touched my folds. I tried to moan out but Sam shoved. ’ ‘That shouldn’t have worried you.’ ‘We’ve been together seven years dad and I put a lot into the relationship.’ ‘Well yes and would have got something out of it but you remain childless. You’re thirty-seven and are in danger of missing the boat.’ ‘I accept I’m probably too old to carry a child.’ ‘We’ll don’t. Snuggle into bed with Steve and when his young daughter jumps into bed with you two your body may decide she needs a kid brother or sister.’ ‘God how can you be so optimistic?’ ‘Because. As she removed his tableware she was very aware of her close proximity to him. She could smell his aftershave and maleness; almost a musky smell; it was quite sentient. Steve was also aware of Michele's presence; her perfume and makeup, the swish of her nylons as she walked. His cock began to become tumescent.When she turned to walk away he playfully slapped her arse.Michele spun on her heels and glared at him but he just gave her a whimsical grin and held up his hands apologetically. She.