I ruin those tits, and give hickeys to the nipples damn near. Then I go down her tummy. I stop at her button to see if she stops me. Nothing. I un...utton with me teeth, but it seems like movement happen below the zipper.I unzip the zipper, and pull down. Down all the way, along the smooth legs. I kiss her feet. They are a little big, but very cute, very sexy. Then up the legs, which are so smooth. Behind the knees, inside the thighs, up the panties. Bright, pink panties. The panties. The fact was that I was rarely in a stitch of men's clothing when we went out anymore. She always managed to find something that would 'pass' as masculine (she'd convince me) if people didn't look too closely and people rarely do. It was time for school to start and she had forbidden me to get a haircut all summer, so now my rather long and full head of hair was to my shoulders and tended to be a little straight and curl under at the bottom in a pageboy which I'm afraid made it quite swingy. Farida sat down , naked , and as far as Roman prompted masculine scent, literally wet with desire. Her eyes , like black olives, were languid , and only a fool would not read them as " fuck me "- Why do you want me? - Roman asked , looking at her. - Suppose we satisfy each other now, it's only temporary. I love my wife , even if she is far away , and would not trade her for anyone, including you. Yes, and you do love your man. So why should I tell you ?- I want my son - quietly said Farida . -. Hugs all around, and I noticed Brad took some liberties with my ass and Raylene took her time letting go. I chalked it up to their friendly nature and went to bed.Not real sure how long it was before Raylene slipped into the room, crawled into bed, snuggling up against me. When I stirred, she apologized, saying that she was used to Mel and her occupying the same bed. It helped her sleep. As strange as it felt, there was a comfort to the situation at the same time. After all, they were my.