There was a female there. One with no breasts but female never the less. Her lips were soft pink, her eyes softened and elongated. Far from my dark bl...sh, hers was soft, inviting. My wife was giggling and laughing as I gawked and stared at the vision in the mirror. She moved when I moved. It WAS me. I felt elated at what I saw. I heard my wife moving around behind me and then she presented me with the box."Sweetheart, I know tonight was different for us both, but I always knew it would happen,. She was relaxing and more relaxing and was taking deep breathes without telling anything.I then poured the oil on her big booty and with both hands, kneaded, cupped, pressed, pumped each globe to full. I played with those big booty cheeks a lot, caressed them and kneaded them little harder. I applied more pressure to her ass cheeks.I put the side of my hand in her ass crack and began moving it up and down slightly touching her pussy and coming back. I used more oil on crack and caressed the. Those nights it could take hours before she gently pressed the phallus into my ‘virgin’ passage, as I shuddered in ‘horror’ and wept my fate or moan in ecstasy, depending on her wishes. Other nights she would press me onto my back or belly and take me roughly, with few if any preliminaries. A few special nights she would order me to strip and dance for her, dressed as a harem girl. These were always interesting, since my training did not include this form of dancing and the waltz tutor Eleanor. Agent 69 replies. I insist, the woman replies, as she notices that he has a growing erection, and opens up the intercom and requests someone to come to the front desk to cover her shift while she goes on lunch. Follow me, Mr. Juggs, I will take you to her myself! the sexy nurse slides behind Agent 69 as she whispers in his left ear. Agent 69 smiles as his training kicks in. This is probably a CIA Agent, she has been waiting for my arrival, I will have to take her out. Agent 69 follows her down.