Er face was also showing signs of her arousal, her eyes were nearly closed as she watched her husband pumping his cock, knowing he was being turned at...the sight of her touching herself. She slipped the shirt off her shoulders then undid the buckle of her belt and unzipped it, dropping it to the floor. She stepped out of it and turned her back to Mark revealing her star tattoos at the base of her spine.She then turned to face Mark once more and slipped her right hand down onto the front of her. It was unusuallylong, its hem falling to the middle of my calves."I see not a speck of underarm hair. Good job, Patricia!"I heard the door open. In the mirror I watched Jan enter the room. Shewas stunning, every bit as beautiful as the day we married. She wore arose colored gown, sleeveless to show her slender arms. The dressreached to within a couple of inches of the floor, although her opentoed high heels were clearly visible. I felt cold, almost sick, as mywife approached. Because I was. Lightning lit up the room as they looked at each other, her eyes wide with fear. He could see every freckle on her nose and cheeks, her eyelashes still wet from her tears as she looked into his eyes. They were close, much too close, and he saw her eyes lower onto his lips before she looked at him again. Alex felt her body shiver in the heat, her body responding to the electricity in the air. She could smell Connor’s sweet aftershave mixed with the warm heat of his body. She wanted him to touch. Well, I wasn’t there, so it wasn’t relevant.Meracklin went into labour and it was clear there was a problem apparently. Her midwives said it was a god-event. That means there’s a problem and we don’t know what it is. Men were kept out of course, (of course? Well, yes, male eyes on female birth wasn’t really approved of, but in any case men wouldn’t have been able to view such detailed things as bloody vaginal birth without being confirmed in the idea that the whole sex thing was disgusting) but.