For several minutes, Kalpesh sat in disbelief, not quite sure what had just happened. His wife was alone with a man who obviously wanted more than jus... photos. And she had, without even a whimper of protest, allowed it to happen. But he could have stopped it. He could have raised his objections to the obvious tactics Charles was using to seduce his wife. Why didn't he then try and stop him? Was it the threat of physical v******e that may have come his way from Smith? Or was it, that on some. Molly Anne, have you done this before? Pardon me if I scratch the itch this discussion has started." She began to finger herself."Oh yes. Darlings, this will get a little complicated. May I choreograph it? Incidentally, Vanessa, it also can be woman to woman. Let's plan on pegging each other, in both holes, soon." Both Vanessa and I nodded."I'm looking forward to it. While I've only had a little anal on the receiving side, it usually felt good. Now, there was an abuse situation that happened to. After everybody had hit (with the longest competing drive 30 yards shy of Tess' ball and in the second cut of rough), the two of us strolled down the fairway together and I asked her how she felt."I hit the snot out of that one, didn't I?" she said, grinning like an idiot. "I feel fantastic!" Keep it going," I told her quietly. "You're going to get tired, but just tell yourself, 'Bullshit, I ain't tired, ' and keep it going." No, I'm good," she said.She was, too. She was fine. She birdied that. She quickly shed her clothes including her undies and stood between them like a toy to be used in their spirited coupling. They were both taller than her but Rowdy crouched a little and she felt his manly extension fit between her cheeks like an iron rod from the blacksmith’s stable. Initially, it was strange and uncomfortable but Emma’s heated kisses on her neck and mouth distracted her enough that she concentrated on returning them and forgot about Rowdy’s depraved probing from behind.It was.