(No joke, that was his family name, and it meant, of course, that his students teased him unmercifully behind his back.) On the floor, she noticed a ...ink lace thong. Picking up the insubstantial undergarment, the wetness of the crotch and its alluring bouquet meant she couldn't stop herself from holding it up to her nose and inhaling deeply. As she basked in the intoxicating aroma, Ariel fell into a daze and slid her hand up under her all too short micro skirt to rub against her own, now. “How long was I out?”“Oh about two hours”She playfully pokes his ribs and he bats her hand away and sits up, catching a few glances towards them. Maryse lies down on her tummy and undoes her bikini top’s strings“To work Edward”Joe laughs at her English accent and grabs the lotion bottle, pouring a copious amount into his hand, he spread it between his two hands and starts to rub her back, taking the time to knead at some of her tensed muscles, she practically purrs“Oh I knew I brought you along. Since we were going to dinner I recommended she wear a dress or shirt instead of jeans. Of course that meant I had to give up my usual jeans. Saturday came, she was wearing a cute black skirt though not too short still showed her long legs. She does not wear hose, so she just had Panties under her skirt. The usual bra and pull over top. She looked like a typical wife , not slutty or provocative.We shopped for what seemed like hours ...... all along I was my typical " I hate shopping self ".. In certain ways he couldn’t control himself it was slap, kiss, slap, lick her ass crack, slap.For Irene this was a dream come true, she had always wanted a man to take charge of her, but her son? That tongue slid up her ass crack, yes to him. Yes to my son, yes to everything. “ OH darling let me show ... let me...” She couldn’t really form complete sentences. “Up” she was pushed as she stood she almost lost her balance, without thinking she was undoing the few buttons on her blouse, a shrug and.