He goes to the dresser and pulls out a swimsuit – if you could call it that - a skimpy-two-piece bathing suit. He also grabs a swimsuit for himself... “Emma put this suit on, we are going to the beach for the last of the sun this afternoon,” he tells her as he steps into his suit.Emma looks at him quizzically, but steps into the suit. While not a thong, it is very high cut in the back, showing off a lot of ass. When Emma glances at her back in the mirror, she sees her rosy ass on almost full. Wake up!" Her voice was strident."Who is it?" Mary Jane. Do you know where Lana is?"I looked around. Where the hell was Lana?"Ryan!" Mary Jane shouted. "It's two thirty in the morning. Where is your wife?" I don't know." I do. She's at Bart's house pulling a train. Do you know what that means? She's gangbanging all your so-called friends. You're a laughingstock-a cuckold too stupid to know his wife is cuckolding him. Wake up, Ryan!" I'm awake," I said.Her voice was low and cold now. "No, you're. Her back arched and her body pulsed with my attentions. Finally, with a small cry, her hands grasped my head and drew it between her parted thighs. I buried my face in the musk of her, the soft parting folds of her. I explored her with my lips, probed her with my tongue. I found the petals of the rose of her, and drew them into my mouth. I discovered the bud of the rose hiding in its little nest and kissed it, drawing it forth, covering it and circling it with my tongue. Her back arched and. “Steph, I’ve been fondling you for an hour now, and my cock is hard as a rock.” Steph didn’t need anything spelled out to her. She stood up and took off her jeans. They kissed passionately. “Fuck me, Fitz, use me however you want. Just make me scream.” Fitz took no time in ravaging her. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. His cock entered her the whole way in one big thrust. She moaned with passion. “Oh, Fitz, that’s it, that’s what I need. Fuck me.” He needed no further invitation. His.