I could see her blonde bushy pussy and even see her wetness running down towards her ass. My eyes were fixed on watching her fingers working on her cl...t and driving deep inside her wet pussy. I then noticed my wife had stopped sucking on my cock and was pulling me to the sofa. We sat down all the time Gena had not stopped fucking herself with her fingers. My wife spoke out "DAMN GENA THAT IS ONE HOT LOOKING HAIRY PUSSY YOU GOT" a pause "DONT YOU THINK SO HONEY YOU THINK GENA"S PUSSY IS HOT. Tonight, we chatted while standing next to my Plymouth Voyager van. I brought up her second poem which was about her current relationship with her hubby, how nice it was compared to the “days of hell” several years ago when they almost split up. She got very quiet with a far-away look. Uh, oh. After waiting several seconds, I asked, “What?”Looking down she took a deep breath and let it out. “It’s a lie.” I waited again. She finally continued, “Things aren’t that great. Actually, things. Luckily his dawdling didn't cost him as he looked up and saw the woman still there, yanking on her thong while she snapped. Derek dropped to his knees, sinking to his shoulders and gripped his shaft. It felt so good to finally touch he nearly came before he began. He took a deep breath and gently gripped below the head and started stroking himself softly and the gentle waves crashed over his back. Ultimate pleasure.---- Miranda was almost through with her parade. She was getting a bit far from. "Well, although we do have a somewhat unusual lifestyle in our home and, while I am pleased that you two are getting along so well now, I insist that you keep your activities to yourselves, private. I expect you to remove all the traces of your activities that you can before you mingle with the rest of the household or anyone else who happens to be in our house. It is not polite, it is not acceptable and that type of behavior will be punished. Severely"Simone had paled at this speech I.