However, later that week, I some how managed too get my wife too wear a pair of Beckys panties one night before I fucked her. I had the hardest cock e...er seeing my wife in those panties. That will have to be another story.Now in her room and into her hamper I went, looking through the items inside. First, her bra, the soft material that covers her soft small breasts, mm, she smelled good. Her perfume was intoxicating. I moved a pair of pants and there they were, a dark blue pair of thong. She then gave them one last verbal warning. Which, they ignored. Then they crossed the line. The rear Iranian pilot decided to take her and Horse on, or was ordered to. And he made the mistake of attempting to loop around over them. Perhaps he did not think a female pilot could or would even dare go against him. Conner didn’t wait and launched a missile at the lead Iranian jet that was already painted as a target. She remembered that at the same time she had ordered Horse to take the single. I watched in amazement, and without even realising what I was doing, I pulled my cock out of my boxer shorts, and was rubbing my hand up and down my throbbing shaft, slipping my foreskin over the bulbous cockhead as I watched the show unfold.She reached her climax, and as she orgasmed, her whole body trembled and bucked, her legs gripping the pillow, as wave after wave of her sensations coursed through her body, still moving the wet gooey handle of the hairbrush in and out of her pussy lips,. Professor Peter Poet gets his compasses and ruler. He pins the point in her tight tasty sexy sphincter to draw the ideal circle, where his ruler will colour her bottom from pale by pink to red.Professor Peter Poet notices to his satisfaction that the sexy snatch of juicy Jenny gets wetter at every smack. He can surely smell her hot pussy fluids dripping down her inner thighs, which cause a tent to form in his trousers. Jenny watches him from underneath her juicy pussy. First she looked at his.