She had to examine her keys to find the one that went to the door. She went in and looked around."I don't remember any of this," she said, sadness in ...er voice. "I live here?" You did the last time I picked you up for dinner," he said.She picked up a picture of her grandparents."These are my grandparents," she said. "I must live here."She wandered around, and went into her bedroom. Bob had never actually been inside the apartment, so he followed her. He found her standing in front of the. ‘Welcome home. Busy day?’ ‘Dumb question. They’re always busy. So, fill me in so I know what’s going on.’ ‘Ok. Have a seat. Or, would you rather we ate and discussed at the same time? Dinner can be on the table in five minutes.’ ‘Did you cook?’ ‘Tina and I made dinner together.’ ‘Ok, let’s eat.’ She went to our bedroom and kicked off her heels. I called Tina and we got dinner on the table. From the moment the discussion started I sensed that Donna was against moving. When I’d told her. She is shy at first, but loves the attention they give her and agrees to be a nude model for the photographers. The sounds of the shutters clicking as she strips for her poses stimulate her. The rapt attention of the photographers as they stare at her in obvious lust and the feel of their hands as they touch her body and move her into different poses sends her into a tizzy of unexpected passion. Soon your lovely wife is the focal point for the amateur photographers. While you are at home. He lets her feet go and catches her under her hips. She slowly lies down with her ass still up in the air. Her orgasm continues rushing through her head. He begins rubbing the soft part of her pubic area until she whimpers.As she lies in front of him with his hands on her hips, he can think of nothing else but pulling his swollen dick out and riding her into the floor. Her heavy breathing eventually pulls him out of his own head, and he continues the massage.He leans down on top of her and.