Between chewing and kissing Tracy whispered into the other woman's ear "Your husband says that I can have you all to myself tonight, to do whatever I ...ant, won’t that be nice?" Melody groaned in subservient agreement and in the distance heard the front door close as Steve left for the pub unaware that the scene was already being filmed from the hatchway, or that Tracy had quietly reached out to open the roller blind at the window, so that the newly married girl next door, standing at her own. The cups were push-up and barely contained my adequate breasts. The outfit was completed by self-gartered black thigh-high stockings and ankle-high vinyl black lace-up boots. This was quite a change from our usual lovemaking outfits, which consisted of our birthday suits.My mother, who is an aerobics instructor and quite fit for her fifty-seven years, wore a mini-length red rubber dress, with red rubber thigh-high boots. When you came into the room wearing nothing but your marriage ring, your. His boiling semen could wait no longer - a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the length of his erection, exploding past my firm grip - a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this time missing me, arcing high into the air past my head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further. He was doing everything to make me happy. Kissing, fondling and banging. “Harder, baby..”, I told him.Then, he started stroking me hard and fast. My breasts were dancing in rhythm to his strokes. He held them firmly, pressing them, nudging them. He was biting my shoulder. I knew it wasn’t long before I lost control again. “Mmmm … Aaahhhn” I was yelling now, at the top of my voice. As he was banging me hard and firm, he did something unexpected. He took a hand off my breast and placed it on my.