Her hands already with the power caressed my thighs, and his face remained impassive – the most alive, changeable, the most beautiful. Margo is the ...at rubbed his head on my chest, cold fingers touched my pubic hair, making him shudder. The cold of her hands and the heat of the breath brought me to the last stage of initiation. If she even hesitated, I would have probably fainted, but she did not hesitate – her hand went into my flesh, gently fingering the folds of hot pussy, fingers deftly. He also allowed me to sex with any person. Were really open and frank in case of our sex life. My husband always asked me to do whatever I want and to have whatever I want in my pussy. That happened a few days back when my hubby came home with four of his friends at work. They all were looking handsome and charming. I was serving them lunch and was wearing a beautiful out fit with revealing my breasts to all of them. I could feel their hot eyes on my body and on my boobs. That was also making. I smile back and since the restaurant was getting crowded, I motion for her to meet me outside. I push through the crowd of people and find that I'm the first one outside out of the two of us. I wait for her to come outside and when she finally does I grab her hand."You're so hot."I pull her into a kiss. She smiles and wraps the arm that isn't carrying the bag around my shoulders to pull me in closer. I moan and kiss her harder. We hear a few wolf whistles come from our right. We break the kiss. And I can'tbelieve you'd rather be wearing those hideous thrift store clothes of mineinstead of some of the beautiful outfits in your own closet." "This stuff's more comfortable," she said, "and I felt stupid when you mademe try on that dress." "Evs," said Ron, which had been Beth's new go-to term, short for"whatever." As they walked to Ron's van -- which Beth now had to drive, sinceapparently knowing how to drive stick-shift had been part of their swap --Beth was whistling an old Matthew Sweet.