Andthinking about her semi-naked again was making me hornier by the minute."What are you doing?" said my wife, as she returned from trying on hershirt..."What?" I was rattled. "Oh, I guess, I've been shopping for men'sunderwear all my life, and I never realized they made men's thongs," Icovered."No, you haven't." Huh?" I said."You haven't been shopping for underwear all your life. Your mom probablybought them for you until you were thirteen. Then, you went out andbought yourself a pack of boxers,. Its hardness is now straining at the front of my trousers. I reach down and give you firm, pert mounds, a slippery massage. Sliding my hands over your perfect orbs, my gaze falls between your legs. Through the warm water I see the crack of your shaved pussy snaking enticingly between your closed legs, hiding the sticky sweetness I know lurks there. Running a finger slowly down your body, I trace the spongy crack between your legs, working a finger in between, gently rubbing your clitty on the. ’ She turned to face him leaning against the railing ‘I find that hard to believe Mr Smith.’ He smiled. ‘You don’t have to believe it but I’m telling you it’s true.’ He traced her jawline down to her lips and ran his thumb over her soft skin. She closed her eyes at the tingle he gave her, shuddered and turned her head away and faced the view again. He stroked her neck and lightly ran his fingers down the curve of her back to her hips placing both hands gently on them. He moved his hands over. He continued working on her pussy, alternating licking her slit and toying with it with his thumb or fingers. She was rolling her hips up and down as if fucking an invisible cock, her legs spread wide as she relished in what he was doing to her. Chelsea was herself, licking and playing with the girls breasts and aching nipples. Isabella was in heaven! "Ohhh God! Oh I'm going to cum!" she cried as she neared her peak. "Not until you beg, slut! You better not cum unless you beg permission!" he.