The bed was half turned down, and I sat on the edge and pulled her onto my lap.Without prompting, she pulled her top over her head, and began to unbut...on my shirt, then slid it off my shoulders. We were skin to skin for the next kiss, and I could feel her boobs pressing on my chest. Her tongue kept probing, and we were both obviously impatient. As we kissed, I cupped her left boob in my hand and began kneading it, and playing with the nipple. She let out a low moan, and said, “Tim, I’ve really. And I’ll love it even more when it’s on the floor.”“First, you’ve got some items of your own to try on.”Inga undresses and starts putting on different lingerie and modeling it — a teddy and then a cami and then a bodysuit similar to Diana’s. She’s just finished taking it off and is putting on a bra and thong set bra when the doorbell rings. Inga hasn’t put on the bra yet and is just standing there in her thong. “Go answer the door.”“Okay, just let me put the skirt and blouse back on.”“No, I. ” “Don’t treat me like a slut.” “Someone could come in any minute.” “You can’t fuck me.” My response – I knew Shakespeare would come in handy one day – “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” With that I moved my tool past her panties and buried it in her balls deep. I grabbed both of her massive tits with my hands, and started thumping her with everything I had. I got another unexpected treat. She could undulate her pussy – and she did! Though constantly moaning “No, stop, you’ve got. Bo started to descend from his sexual high, still in exaltation that his wife had taken to a blow-job so enthusiastically. His slithery penis receded in her hand. She watched Bo’s cock grow smaller. Then she patted him on his bare thigh. “We can eat in bed can’t we?”Bo rescued their dinner. They fed each other strawberries out of a fruit-bowl. Afterwards, Bo checked the hot-tub. “The water feels just right,” he reported. “Maybe you’d like to take a dip before we start up again?”Lisa bounded out.