She felt so silky smooth. I heard her breathing, felt the rapid beat of her heart as I squeezed her tits.She was so warm. Burning. Her nipples were sm...ller than mine. I pinched them, making her gasp. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. I tried to imagine what she looked like. Blonde? Brunette? Black hair? Maybe she wasn’t White, but Black or Asian or Hispanic. Was her skin dusky-brown? Were her nipples pink or dark-red?“That’s it,” James said, his hand touching my thigh. She shivered, gasping.. She ate as we window shopped and commented on what we liked and didn't like. It was an amazingly enjoyable half hour.I didn't notice until I was home that I didn't remember to buy the jeans. I wasn't disappointed that I had an excuse to return tomorrow.I arrived just before Jen got off work the next day. Jen encouraged me to try the jeans on even though I tried them on before."Just so it looks like you're a customer," she said. "I don't want my boss to think my boyfriend is hanging around.". I told them they could have the same bedroom as last time but told them with a laugh, that in the absence of any loud music this time, they would need to ignore the noise that would emanate from our room as Ginny was a screamer. Sylvia and Jake laughed at this while Ginny blushed to the roots of her red hair. Sylvia said,"It is all right, we were aware of that from the last time you extended us your hospitality" Sylvia saidAfter dinner and with the chance of spending the night together, Jake. All I could do was nod. She leaned in and whispered, “Then we’ll put on a show for them.” Terry began to unbutton Syd’s blouse, just enough to get his hands inside. Syd snuggled in, as Terry’s calloused fingers brought my wife’s nipples to life. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I was so turned on. Terry’s left hand wandered down to the hem of Syd’s skirt, slid underneath, gliding up to her freshly shaved vulva. “You naughty, naughty girl, you shaved for me,” he said. “Actually, Tom shaved.