Anticipating the kissing softcaress of my hand or the heat of theopen palm to bite. Which will it be?It matters not...Trembling as the cool air wafts ...round yougoosebumps rise along your spine.Or is it fear that chills you?It matters not...Crying out as my strong hand connectsyou brace yourself and wonderwhat the next touch will bring.It matters not...Craving more you whimperand again my hand smacks your assburning, stinging, hurting so sweetly.It matters not...You heave a sigh at my hand's. Yes I am." No more was needed to be said. He opened the door,letting her slide in next to him and off they went down the street!"What's your name, sweety?" She said sexily. He looked at her, notinghow soft her small breasts looked against the sequins. He thought hecould see her nipples standing up."Brad. Yours?" Mmm, Samantha. But you can call me whatever you like. Okay, Brad?" Shetwirled her fingers in his short brown hair."You're not a cop, are you?" She asked as she slid closer, rubbing. "Aimee sent everything else via courier to Maui directly." Great thinking," I said."Aimee's idea," Debbie said."Then give me a better reason to kiss the sexiest playgirl in the airport." You need a reason?" Debbie asked, mischievously, moving over to me and giving me a kiss on the lips that left no uncertainty that I was loved fully from that direction as well. That kiss did not go unnoticed by the other passengers disembarking the plane.The four of us had long ago given up keeping any pretense. Though Dan and fucked her ass, this was her first double. “Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good!”“Your cunt sure is tight with your husband fucking your ass!” her stud remarked.“My wife is such a cock loving whore. How many guys do you think have fucked you over the years?” He asked giving Lisa the option to say any number.Lisa thought for a moment, “I’d say about 200, that you know about and dozens more that you don’t.”“Now I do, you just told me.”“Wow, you sure are a fucking whore wife!” he.