Even though my wife had been in rapture when I was feeling her pussy, she just couldn’t stave off the effects of the wine. She became increasingly d...owsy, and gradually fell into a deep sleep. This suited my purpose perfectly. I gently untied the shoelaces at the sides of my wife’s bikini bottoms, and slipped them from between her legs until they were right off her, baring her wet gash to the world. Her cunt looked magnificent! Lips wide open; glistening with inner and outer moisture; almost. .. where did you go?” Ginny tugged at his trousers to ease them over his hips. “He took me for a ride in the country,” she replied. “We went to Daisy Hill.” Larry sighed as she reached inside his boxers. “We are wet, aren’t we?” she teased as she tugged at his shorts. Ginny reached for the panties on the bed and proceeded to wipe him. “W... what did you do there?” he asked her. Ginny led him round to his side of the bed. “We sat down, took in the view and talked,” she told him as she made. That was fine with me as I set to putting her behind me and moving on with my new full-time career. I had moved into a position at a large financial institution downtown as an account manager which, once I had thought about it was the furthest thing from schlepping parts as I could get. It was a nice refreshing change and in the months since Anna I threw myself into it full bore, working my way up the ladder as far as I could without stepping on too many toes, pun intended. The financial world. He pushes his tongue in and then pushes up against the wall of my vagina. He then flares his tongue out and back in repeatedly, the sensation is so strange but so good at the same time. He has described this to me in the past, what he doesn’t know is that the best part of this ‘move’ is his upper lip starts to twitch after a few minutes of this... right up against my clit. I was writhing for a while before I finally let him stop. “God, please stop.” Rory looked up with pity-eyes at me. I.