She told me stuff like how he was so heavy on her that she could hardly breathe sometimes, but had to take it. She wanted to do him just the way he wa...ted to so that it would end quicker. She told me how he wanted her to sound and how he wanted her to bend her over and shove her face in a pillow and all those details. How he would squeeze her as he went. He made her wear bows and put her hair up and all kinds of weird stuff. She said my dads penis is about 25% bigger than mine and that he went. Her pale white complexion, the tarty red lipstick and the black cock sliding in and out of her mouth was an amazing contrast in colours, I could not believe what I was seeing, my wife no more than 15 feet away sucking another man’s cock and being treated like a complete slut. Jim reached under her dress and began to rub her pussy; she let out a muffled groan and parted her legs to give Jim even better access to her cunt. Jim moved his hand from under her dress, I could see his fingers glisten. " My favorite bit? What are you talking about? I didn't have any 'favorites'. How can you think that! Gross." Science, my dear. Measurement." He tapped the laptop again, which continued to scroll three biometric graphs of the processed readings emanating from the apparatus she wore about her smooth brow, her flat tummy, and her pale upper arm. "I can, and did, immediately identify which cue produced the least negative reaction in your brain and nervous system – in fact, this particular insert. I was ready for a different kind of sensation. We sat up and I gently pushed her backwards until she was lying down. I straddled her hips and took a moment to appreciate the view. Her tall slender body was laid out before me. I could see through the fabric of her bathing suit that her nipples were hard. Her small perky breasts looked so inviting. Her skin was soft and smooth. I was so used to touching only my husband, that the thought of caressing hairless skin had me aroused. I felt my pussy.