Gina knew she could give her that. She could give her happiness in heaps. She was wealthy, she could make time. She could travel around the world with...the girl, give her all the clothes she dreamt of and a life of luxury she could only dream of. And even if she needed more sex than Gina could give her, she would provide. She would. She loved her that much.Her hand was by now caressing the girl's tight ass cheek. She had a glorious little ass, so lovely to cup and squeeze when they did a 69.. Barbara was becoming aroused from the kissing and fingering. We moved over to the couch where I removed my clothes as Barbara stroked herself. When I finished undressing I went back to Barbara's now wet slit and continued my massage of her clit.. Barbara was beginning to moan as she was really getting turned on. I spread her legs wide, grabbed my now hard cock and lightly stroked it up her slit and back down. Then again I massaged her clit up and down with my cockhead. I continued sliding my. .” Her words were broken up by slow deep thrusts from her husband. She blinked away the sleep of her eyes and stared up into his green eyes with her own cloudy blue. The sunlight coming in wrapping his figure in its glow for her to see. She moved her hands up around his arms. Touching and feeling his well built and fit arms. Years of military service and continued conditioning allowing him to retain that built look she loved so much about him. “…mmm, right there. Do… don’t stop.”“Oh, I won’t.”. Do you wanna dance?" she asked.I looked up at her. She was very pretty. Not the kind of girl Steve would hit on but just the kind of girl I liked. Natural looking with less makeup, and cover-up, than the glamour-girls Steve adored. She had freckles, too, and I loved freckled girls. I must have looked flabbergasted. My first thought was: "It never happens to me", but strangely it just had."Yes, but I'm a horrible dancer," I managed to utter."It's okay. I'll lead," she said with a smile that made.