‘If I’ve got it, I might as well flaunt it,’ she said, looking up at me as I walk beside her. I’m shameless, looking down her cleavage as she ...heels herself along. I remember the spin and turn of her wheelchair, that first day I met her, and I smile at the memory of her words. Going down, going down all the way? I guess the answer to that is yes. Just as well she fell with me. I think I’d have crashed without her. I don’t know if I catch her or if she catches me. Amelia’s got an aura about her.. “you are to bathe my wife” he said Sheepishly I moved towards her, took some soap from the pool side and began to lather her shoulders and her back I put down the soap and lay my hands upon her flesh, this excited me so much my cock became erect, I continued to rub the foamy lather all over her then she turned to face me and I cleansed her upper chest, my hands slowly lowered to her breast’s and I could feel their firmness beneath my touch, her nipples stiffened and she let out a small sigh,. She was surprisingly slim with a nice firm ass. Josh was the shortest at only five foot eleven but he too had, like Mark, a nice cock but was just OK in bed. Tina was short too, only five foot one with dark brunette hair that she let grow very long. She was a very loud and vigorous fucker and loved to be on top when she fucked Mark. Bill was the tallest at six foot four and had a beer gut and a long thin cock. I liked him because he knew how to fill my ass and his cock slid in nicely. Sara was. And something else as well.The hairs of her pussy, usually so soft and smooth, were dry and crinkly to my touch with juices that had dried. My knuckles felt dampness in her silky knickers, and her slit, which usually requires attention before getting wet, was slick with love slime. I think I gasped, my heart beating like a hammer as I realised I was touching my lovely wife's pussy not long after it had been used by another man.Then she whispered 'I was a real slut for him'. It took my breath.