I slide one hand under her right leg and she raises her buttock for me so I slipped it up to feel her ass cheek."You want to get deeper eh," she tease... as she raises the other buttock so I send my second hand to grip her ass cheeks. She grips my head, but by my ears rather than the top or side of my head so the sound becomes muffled and my world becomes her pussy.She is moaning, encouraging. I'm engrossed and thoroughly enjoying it."What the fuck are you doing with my wife," I hear a mans voice. Now she asks me to tell her wild stories while I masturbate her.First let me tell you a little about us. I am twenty-six years old, and my wife Brenda is twenty-five. We have been mar-ried for six years and have one c***d age three. I have a high school education with a little college (two months).Brenda’s body is perfect except for a couple of small stretch marks on her stomach from the baby. Her breasts are beautiful with large brown nipples. She is really a knockout. The reason for such a. This is the moment that we both had fantasies about. I lie down next to her and kiss her face and breasts. Then I go down towards her pussy. I reposition myself to have my face between her legs to looking up right into her pussy. Immediately I start to touch her pussy lips and I spread her lips to see her pussy inside. I start to suck her lips and clit which makes her to moan softly. The moaning gets louder while I fasten my licking and sucking. She pushes het pussy into my mouth as far as. Fake dugs, compression stockings, wig ... all stored in Matt’s garage.Still ... the oddest thing. It’s like my reflection casts a faint afterimage of Mildred Hawkins. Of course I’m the only one who can see it. Oh well.Maybe I’ll go for a brighter shade of lip gloss. RedThe Grand Duchess and Nature Boy still walk, arm in arm, up and down the hotel corridors on every floor except Five. Where there is no corridor.If she had an opinion about his now-frequent erections, she kept it to herself. Hobo.