But no. She's my wife. It's amatter of faith. I trust her. I have to trust her. And she lovesme.And she's just told me that yet again, in the mos... powerfullypersuasive words imaginable. Yet here she was sitting up in bed inher daintiest nightie, her eyes moist, asking me exactly how I feelwhen I see men flirt with her, trying to get into her pants, menwho don't know or care that I'm watching and listening. Or maybeit's a special pleasure for them to know the husband is watchingwhile they. Satisfied that Luna’s pussy was as loose as it was going to get, I stood up and positioned my bulbous head at the entrance of her extremely tiny and tight cunt.‘HOLY FUCK THAT’S TIGHT!’ shouted I, pushing my hips forward with as much force as possible. Only half an inch made it past her skintight o-ring before he had to stop and re-gather my strength. Holding my position, I reached up and tore off Luna’s tight fitting bra, before caressing both of her juicy melons with my hands.‘Mmmm!’ moaned. ”“Speaking of liability, that’s crazy.” I only gave it another moment’s thought. “But yeah, what the hell, I’m in, so where to?Laura started navigating and we headed out of the city, eventually winding up on a long dark road through the hills. We were about 15 minutes into the trip when she started rummaging through her purse. “You mind if I pack a bowl?” she asked, pulling out a small glass pipe and a small bag of weed.“Not at all,” I replied, punching a button to crack the window on her side.. But, as awesome as the sensation was, I knew she wasn’t doing it for me. Liz was doing it to make a point to everyone else that she wasn’t to be treated like a little girl anymore. Stephanie smiled, finally getting it. She followed Elizabeth’s example and dropped her own towel, leaving me face-to-face with two bikinis stretching across two matching pairs of breasts. Shivering with nervousness, Stephanie reached back to untie her skimpy black top— But Elizabeth caught her hand, flatly.