“You wanna hear me again?” “Hell, yes,” I said, my hands massaging her breasts. Stacy stepped back and took my arms, making us switch places... She lay back over the front of my car, propping herself up on one elbow. Her other hand slid down over her stomach to her pussy. She stopped, motioning again for me to stroke myself. I began to slide my hand along my hard on again and watched as Stacy slid her fingers into her pussy. She sighed as they disappeared inside her soft opening and whispered,. I sat down at the bar, sliding my sexy ass onto the barstool, crossing my legs, enjoying how my nylons rubbed together. I pulled out my compact case, gazing into the mirror to make sure my makeup was still perfect, slightly dabbing the corners of my mouth to smooth my lipstick. The bartender, a very handsome young man, come by and said, “You are very pretty…. Are you dressed or genetic?” I almost passed out. I told him I was dressed and thanked him. Although I figured he probably said that. Laughing, Mel says, “Definitely my pleasure! You’re a lucking man, and a generous one too sharing such a sexy wife.”“She’s a joy to share and I hope we’ll continue with the hospitality over time,” Mike offered.“Mel, can I get you a drink?” Jaycee asksMel hands her the bag of chips and the bottle of chardonnay and says, “I’ll just grab a beer,” as he reaches into the ice chest.Just then the doorbell rings and the neighbors start to arrive, and Jaycee resumes her role as the hostess. With the. . elegant, for lack of a better term. Conical is the word I find coming to mind when I try to attach a descriptive term, but it isn't quite accurate. Perhaps 'economical' would be more apt, as in 'more than a handful is a waste', and they seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts projected out inconspicuously from her chest with small dime-sized areolas, with nice prominent nipples jutting proudly upward, and her creamy mounds of flesh contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned body. I quickly removed.