My eyes lit up with excitement. She pulled down my skirt and my soaked pink thong. She looked at me up and down and irritated, said ‘Look how wet yo... are little slut! I tell you when to get wet, understand?’ Oh I understood, I just couldn’t help it with such a sexy girl.She started to tease me with the strap on, rubbing it against my slit. I could feel all the sexual tension build inside of me. With her hand, she started to tease my clitrious at the same time. This was my time to start panting.. They were, simply, perfection. Her pussy, however, was another matter. Oh, it looked perfect as well. Totally shaved and exposed, it looked like a little girl’s instead of a woman’s. Her pussy lips were small and thin, tightly closed to keep her vagina safe. Allie had been playing with her pussy, and even now had at least one finger moving inside her. But even with that and the juices that were obvious, her pussy hardly looked ready. But she was determined. Allie took hold of the shaft with. .. European style. It was good, filling and a marvelous burp factory.BURP "Wow ... the burps taste as good as the meal," said Jack.BURP "I got the recipe from the waitress," Sultry said.The movie was interspersed with burps ... and laughter. Sultry moved in close and put her head on Jacks shoulder.He could feel her get into the movie, she would flinch at the beatings, jerk when there was an unexpected shot. She faintly "Booed" the villain, cheered the hero and cried in all the appropriate. Was my wife a triathlete? — No. I asked her about her situation. She said that she had been divorced for several years and only recently moved to the city. She had found our church on the internet. We were now moving at a faster clip, and I was struggling to stay up. But my male ego was also in play, so I pushed to stay even. I asked her how many triathlons she had completed. ‘Twenty or so,’ she responded. I gulped. ‘Including four full Ironman’s.’ I gulped again. Finally I had to admit to.