I take another bite, juice trickling down my chin, neck, onto my chest. I can’t wipe it off. “My hands…?” “No,” you say, instead sucking t...e juice gently off my collarbone. I hold my breath as your tongue moves up, we kiss again, longer, more intensely. I stand up and turn around to sit down facing you. I slowly move my bound arms over your head and pull you closer, opening my mouth slightly to receive another sultry kiss. A slow samba song comes on, I let my head fall backward smiling and tell. My head was in bits, my heart was breaking up, but my prick loved what my eyes were seeing and transmitting to it. There on the screen of my brand new 50′ top of the range TV was my beautiful blond wife. She is an absolute stunner, 5ft 6′ full bodied, green eyes, perfect tits, narrow waist and legs that went on for ever. But it was her face which could capture a runaway train and stop it dead on its tracks. Hauntingly beautiful, so angelic, cherub like, innocent, you name it Shelly had a pose. Black is sexy, she told herself as she unrolled the bolt of soft jersey knit material and fashioned a flowing long skirt. Its empire waist with a mid-thigh slit outlined in decorative red lace allowed her to show off her long curvy legs and certainly set any man’s pulse racing. The outfit demanded a peasant blouse. She made a black silk pleated blouse with three-quarter gathered balloon sleeves. The plunging scoop neckline provided a provocative view of her cleavage. It also added an alluring. "Ashley felt the tears drip down her face, as she replied, "I will, Momma." Have a good time, stop crying and be a good girl for the attendant," she said, and then kissed her cheek, she whispered, "Goodbye, bitch! And you thought you would steal my guy! I don't think so!"Ashley burst into tears, as she was led onto the plane.Johanna Granger turned and walked away from the desk, never looking back at the daughter who watched over her shoulder crying as she stood there with her attendant.'What a.