In this picture both women were sitting on a low stone fence outside of a large Victorian house in the bright sunlight. Both women were wearing sun dr...sses, Caroline a halter-topped button-front print, and the other woman in a tube top with a wrap skirt. Both women showed extremely generous amounts of leg, and in the case of the shorter blonde with Caroline, an abundance of cleavage, as well.Malcolm glanced at the photo. “That’s Caroline’s younger sister, Debbie. She must be about thirty-two,. Her once bright eyes were now sullen-looking with darkening circles.“You fucking bitch, I hate you!” She yelled to her reflection, and smeared her hand across her image. She put on her low-cut top and nonexistent skirt. Her mind seemed almost empty as she refastened the collar around her neck and wrists. She told Tanya and Thor she’d return in a while for more fun. She took a dildo with her and fucked herself with it as she drove.The Maxima seemed to have a mind of its own until she decided to. “Your pussy always smells so sweet,” he groaned, not taking his eyes off the highway.Never had she even thought of her husband sniffing her panties, but here he was, holding them to his nose. Rather than being repulsed, Beth was excited. She could feel the wetness between her legs. Without panties she would likely leave a wet spot on the leather seats. “I’m glad you like it,” Beth muttered.Glancing at here once again, Ben said, “Pull your skirt up. I want to see that sweet pussy.”Her surprise. ..good. I’m ready...Gently started to go in and out…God that amazing.”My hands wander to her swinging breasts, tweaking her nipples, feeling the weight of them in each hand. She moves her hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit back and forth, her middle finger pushing deep into her cunt.She starts to push back. I hold onto her hips, keeping myself steady and let her take it at her own pace. Each time more and more of my cock disappears inside her. A bit more. A bit more. She’s now managed.