She untied the little bow, then tugged the lace down and under Susan's breasts so that each breast hung like a ripe gourd over the lace edge. "You're ...xquisite," Diana said. "I want these in the open."Her face flushed, Susan stood there with her shoulders back and her breasts exposed to Diana's eyes.Susan felt as though she could close her eyes and float away. She could not remember feeling so desirable, so wanted. The look in Diana's eyes absolutely melted her. She cupped her breasts, her. I slowly moved the vibrator down lower and slid it into my soaked pussy, moaning louder as I fucked myself with it. The seven-inch shaft filling my pussy and the vibrations sending me over the edge, I squeal out with pleasure as I squirt all over the bed again. I keep pumping my pussy with the vibrator while massaging my clit with my other hand. Juices squirt from my pussy as I come again and again, my body shaking with desire and my breath becoming labored pants. A light sweat had covered my. We were deeply in love and wanted to share a life together. My wife was the most beautiful, smart and most desirable woman I had ever met. She was about 5 foot tall, with long dark hair and firm breasts. She was also an exhibitionist. We had a great sex life: sex in public, flashing strangers, we shared all our fantasies. Society had already gone through the sexual revolution of the 1960s and we were in the risqué 70s. Women wore very short mini dresses, tight halter tops, short shorts and. Bill is a man in his late 50’s who works in the computer dept for a small manufacturer. His wife passed away from breast cancer five years ago, and has not really connected with anyone in particular since. He and my Uncle Stan and my Aunt Iwona and Bills late wife Irena were all friends growing up on the north side of Chicago. Stan introduced him to me and asked me to explain what was going on. After he heard my story, Bill asked a few questions, not about the relationship, but technical and.