She rubbed down my thigh and came back up on my pussy. It was electric. The touch of a woman, even through my jeans was almost enough to send me over ...he edge.For a few moments, I forgot that there was even a man in the room with us. He had made his way next to us, and was already naked, stroking his cock while watching her body pressed up against mine, mouth locked on to mine. I had to break the kiss with her, and give him some attention because it was his idea. I kissed him while she started. His gaze had been skating over her face and her body just as always. There was something very wrong. She took a deep breath."All right, what is it? Have you got another lover? Have you fallen in love? Or have I done something?"Johannes frowned, scrutinizing the tablecloth. Their food began to arrive, and he paused, raising a finger to indicate he couldn't respond just then.When the waiter left them in privacy, he said, "None of those, Helen. At least not the way you mean it. I'm sure you know. Tom quickly scanned his father’s naked body before moving on to his mother’s. Hank Barry was not overweight by any stretch of the imagination nor was he in the best physical shape either. He was of medium height for a man and slightly rounded at all the edges from the onset of middle-age spread. He was also quite hairy but not offensively so. The hair was in all the right places and was a compliment to Hank’s masculinity and not a distraction. Tom did notice that his father had made some sort. She’s 40, and her age equates to her bust. Her nipples are surrounded by the darkest, biggest areolae you’ve ever seen. Shaves her snatch back to a dark stubble.Finally, moi. I call myself Red because I’ve got vivid red hair, and a good bust, and I shave down there. I’m 35 and I’m the only one who’s not American. I’m from England, you may have seen me in some of those femdom videos. I’ve left Manchester now, though, and set up at a place I called the Raunch Ranch, outside Dallas.This week,.