Her hair, when in a bun, was a soft brown, when it was set free, it had subtle red highlights, making it appear a dark auburn. Madge stroked her hands...down the length of her torso, then back up across the front, pausing slightly to give her breasts a slight rub, until she reached the top button on her blouse. She slowly went down the front of her blouse, unbuttoning one button at a time, until she reached the edge of her skirt. She pulled the front of the blouse free and unbuttoned the last few. She was a first-order bitch, but I must admit, she was a chick with looks that could stop thinking of Bipasha in omkara. With eyes trained on her fabulous body, I imagined her standing there naked in the kitchen with me following my every instruction to suck my cock just so, then slather the grease over it and give me a hand job while I vigorously rubbed more grease all over her tits and ass, poked various and sundry kitchen implements into her pussy and ass, and whipped her bouncy buns bright. When we entered the condo, she said, "This is nice," as she walked toward the balcony overlooking the downtown lake."I get to live here for two weeks before I have to move to Miami." I grew up in Miami, but I think that you'll be living in a different neighborhood than where I grew up." As she walked over, she took a deep breath, let it out, and put her arms around me. She said, "Britt, Reggie and I were both in college, and had a plan to make a better life for ourselves after college. We're. My wife Debbie asked me , are you cool with this ? I said When in Rome, baby.She walked her little white , slightly reddening skin around the pool and entered the tent flap door. I could see various men's ,bare buttocks pulsing outside the tents fabric wall, for some time then convulse and walk away. I thought my wife is in there, and how many others. The strong drinks and sun ,and eroticism of the view, drew me in to a little poolside nap. I awoke at five with my wife back by my side .