We don't want the neighbors talking." Well if you are ready the dressing room is over in the corner next to my office door. The dressing room contai...ed a well-stocked high end makeup on a classy lighted make-up table, and plenty of hangers. As I undressed, I noticed that the clothes I would be wearing were very short and exposed lots of skin. The first outfit consisted of a short skirt split up the side to the hip and a halter-top that tied around the neck. There sure was not much to the. Of course, he just assumed she was a goddess and enshrined her in a big temple. He dedicated it to Themis, meaning Maria.He didn’t build it out of religious fervor. I know what he was ACTUALLY commemorating. Believe me, a night with my wife would make you want to go out and erect the Taj Mahal. Hmmmm, I wonder if... ????We visited Maria’s temple in our time. The ruins are indeed impressive. But, the thought of being tunnel buddies with Alexander the Great STILL gives me jealous conniptions. I. A few inches more and I would have been screaming to high heaven, but he obviously wanted to make this last, take his time. My hand was wrapped around his tool, which was sandwiched between us and I worked it up and down, feeling it harden beneath my fingertips. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured. I silenced him with another kiss, sending my other hand up under his shirt, tracing the lines of his chest. Just feeling his body was pure bliss for me. I felt his hands on my inner thighs now, so close it. She knelt down in front of me and without hesitating began to lick my cock through the nylon. I was in heaven knowing that my wife's best friend was doing this and that I would be telling her all about it later. "Does Jim know about this?" I asked Pat. Jim was her husband and I had met him a few times. He was probably one of the most boring people I had ever talked to. " No, and I doubt if he would be interested even if I told him. When it comes to sex with Jim its the same every time, totally.