She started out by just rocking up and down on me but then went to going straight up and down scissoring over me squatting, grinning down at me, askin... me, "Like my little idea, babe, a nice, slow fuck in the warm sun?" Well, I have to say it's added something extra to be doing it in front of another couple." Yeah, I love being watched like this. How do we look, guys?" she asked our friends as she fucked me up and down.By now, Marge had her top off and Roy's cock was out as they were playing. She is smooth as a baby and her tiny lips hid well in the puffy mound between her legs. Pulling her close I begin to kiss her face, lips, cheeks, eyelids and the tip of her nose. She keeps her arms behind her as if she is bound at the wrist.Pulling her onto the couch and laying her back I lower myself between her lovely white legs. I plant a few gentle kisses on the puffy little mound and licking to start opening the hidden lips. Also taking my fingers and teasing her, the tiny bud in the folds. If I could just cut myhead off I would be so passable, but attached to the rest of my body I wasa very attractive woman in a man's body. This was truly going to be anightmare.I looked on the bed and my lovely wife had a very sweet sweater and skirtset lain out. I was very impressed I thought for sure she was going todress me as a slut but I was wrong. I was glad to be wrong I would atleast look like a lady from afar. Not some cheap slut that I seemed tohave turned into. I got dressed including. Saul had invited a guest to discuss editing and publishing. It ended up being Liang, who was great. Charming and funny and knowledgeable. Her perspective was interesting as well, since she was head editor of an imprint of the publisher which published Cheryl’s nonfiction bestsellers. She explained it was more a prestige thing, since the stuff she put out would never sell like the stuff published by the main house. Too idiosyncratic or narrow an audience or controversial. Often books of dissent..