At that point John stood up and ripped his polo shirt off over his head, then posed before me, flexing his muscles and doing stud muffin imitations. N...w he isn't a hunk, but neither is he unattractive, and like most women I find the male physique arousing. John's was turning me on.The shirt I was now wearing with the tails hanging out, and four sizes too big, was unbuttoned all the way to my waist. It gapped open, and with me lying slouched back on the sofa the shirt front had opened to rest on. What's... What happened to your nose?" His honest confusion made her feel relief. "May I come in, Mr. Chapman?" "Y- yeah. Come on it. Are you okay?" Lynn stepped through the doorway as Christopher backed up. She closed the door and they both stared at each other silently. So many thoughts crossed Lynn's mind, of what she should do or shouldn't do. Finally, she simply pulled the bottom of her shirt up, exposing her small udder. She felt the shirt drag across all four nipples before they flopped. "You are so sexy," he moaned as he kept thrusting into her. He felt her pussy squeezing and throbbing on his cock, which he knew meant she was about to climax. "Oooh yeah, come on, baby, faster," Rachel moaned. "Oh, baby, I love this pussy." He picked up his pace as he was told. He groped her tits while he fucked her, pinching her hard nipples between his thumb and index fingers. "Oh I'm gonna come, fuck me harder! Oh god!" David flipped her onto her side, and had her rest one of her legs on. Fuck you as you tell me to. Anywhere, any time. And let you fuck me as you please. All my holes, all my body is yours." And just to affirm, she sent me another picture of her twat, spread just as wide as before, with two of her fingers lodged inside.I liked that. She was obedient and forthcoming, offering herself freely and voluntarily without expecting anything in return. "What's your favourite toy?" I asked."My husband's dick," she replied.I laughed. "Ah, okay," I said. "What's he doing now?".