He added that Ana was also an outstanding secretary…His words again made her nipples stiff even harder…He said he wished his wife would dress up t... excite him as much as Anita did.My sensual babe then told him that his wife was a lovely fine lady; but then he muttered that Dana did not have boobs as nice as Anita’s. Then he realized what he had said, but now it was too late; Ana and I had heard it, loud and clear.After dinner we retired to the lounge as Ana cleared up. I got Christopher another. Danny stood for a few moments watching his mother leave the bathroom then he started to get cold and quickly jumped into the hot water.Diane was now looking at herself in the mirror in the living room.She dropped her towel so she could admire her naked body.She was not really too happy with the state of her very hairy pussy.She usually kept it nice and short.But as no man was seeing it lately, she had just given up on it and let it grow.But now she decided when she got the chance it would be. Megan had been bitter when we divorced. She'd been in her late thirties, and made a point to let me know that I had consumed the best years of her life. Our contacts became acrimonious, and dripping in sarcasm. I tried to take the high road by rising above such altercations. I also became a master of avoidance.At Serena's graduation, Megan was positively bubbly. She was the perfect 'wife': conversational, helpful, inclusive, respectful, and thoughtful, especially of those we met. Her. The physical attraction was already there, waiting for us, and all we had to do was look at each other to bring it into being. He'd put his hand around my shoulder, walking on crowded sidewalks, and then slide it down into the back pocket of my jeans, squeezing my ass for the whole world to see. Soon I moved in, and there we were. After a few weeks of sharing the same space, breathing the same breaths, getting to know the sound and pattern of each others footsteps around the small.