“I love you Wilma.”Wilma woke up around midnight, exhausted, drained, and very satisfied. She was curled up next to Fred who was softly snoring. W...lma snuggled up closer to Fred, she had never loved him more than she did at that moment. She had asked for the fuck of her life and he had given it to her. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as she drifted back off to sleep.The first rays of sunlight were peaking through the window as she began to stir. She looked at the. "Come on in," continued Frank. "My wife's looking forward to meeting you both."He led the way with Tom and Becca bringing up the rear. Tom could not, despite his shyness, resist it. He took her hand and squeezed it."You've won another admirer," he whispered.Becca stifled a giggle and blushed again.They were met in the front hall by a tiny woman. It was doubtful if she was even five foot. There was no doubt though where Tom had got his red hair from. A glorious mane of Titian hair fell to her. Her breasts and ass gleamed likesmooth, polished chrome as they pressed fully, roundly, and tightlyagainst the fabric of the form-fitting dress. Her sensuous cleavageremained exposed by the plunging neckline of the dress, and it wasmade all the more dramatic by the way the tight golden gown squeezedher breasts together. The dress' short, sexy skirt tightly bound herlegs and hung only halfway down her thighs. For almost fifteen minutes, Sheena just stood and admired hergorgeous reflection.. A muffled “Got em! Ruud!” Something cold is then wrapped around my arms effectively pinning my arms, making it impossible to fight off the handsNext thing I experienced was wha ever was binding my arm being taken away and replaced and me being held up, each arm pulled to opposite sides. Something strong and tight pressing against the wrist fabric of my bush jacket, then my legs being widen and something strong and just as tight being wrapped around my stocking legs just above my ankle. .