Anne was beautiful! I can still see her standing there with us, 5' 6", and short brown hair in a pixie cut. Her tanned 34 22 34 body was almost covere... in a tiny little bikini that she crocheted. What made it even sexier was the fact that she had never put a lining in it. WOW! When her nipples would get hard, they would stick through the openings! And the tiny bottom was also unlined... what a sight that was! Anyway, Anne and I had been married for about 6 years then. We had an open marriage, a. It felt like I just kept cumming. He apparently had once again had his buttons pushed as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and positioning himself above her boobs began stroking out his second wad all over her titties.I laid across our bed in a post orgasmic daze with my softening member still twitching. He said “I’m going to jump in the shower” and she said “you need someone to wash your back?” The two of them left the room and I could hear the sounds of water running. I lingered for a few. She said she was sleepy so decided to complete her sleep and then come. This relaxed me a bit and I kept the phone. However, I was still thinking if she will come back. It was 12 and she had not turned up yet. I decided to stroll outside and leave by 3-4 if she doesn’t come back. I took a bath and left to roam around the city. However, at 1.15 I received her call and she enquired me where I was.I gave her a location and she reached there in 15 minutes. I was very happy when I saw her back and. I can gently caress and cradle you in the aftermath.Or we just snuggle in the backseat. Use our coats as blankets, stay sheltered in this steel and glass husk from the worst of the cold. Let the trapped warmth beneath rise the longer we stay, looking at the dark patchwork above illuminated by every still star.There is a need, though, radiating in your eyes, something you can't fight or still long enough to understand. Some things need no explanation, no language to wrap around the fragile.