Lower down she wore a short very short skirt, flirting around it stayed perfectly wrapped around her round ass and despite my looking i failed to see ...p there to see if she was wearing a g string or thong. i desperately tried to get her in the pool but her hostess skills kept her serving and staying dry.As the evening wore on her hubby fell asleep, the daughters went to bed and the friends wandered off to there homes.I met Janice in the kitchen after she had closed the door to the last of her. I was sopping wet at this point and it was not from the shower overhead. I aided his pumping with a few swirls of my tongue until finally he pulled out and came all over my face and chest. By now I knew that I would not be able to get away and just waited there as the next one walked up. This one was but a boy, even younger than me. Despite this I allowed him to stuff his hardened cock passed my cum covered lips, causing my jaw to ache. I began to suck but all of a sudden I was pushed forward,. "Sometimes my husband, he, um, doesn't always fuck me the way I want it. Need it, I mean." And what way is that, Linda?"She leaned closer, straining over the table toward me, answering in the loudest whisper she could manage without being overheard. "The way you make me crawl and beg for it! The way you tie me and torture me before you let me cum! David's a decent man, not a monster like you. Letting a monster fuck me helps me live with a little of that same monster that's a part of me. But I. You can barely read the menu and you can feel your thong is soaking wet, you wiggle a little bit, but you suddenly become aware I’m watching you.You look up and meet my eyes, I’ve been watching you and you know I know what you were thinking, I know why you were wiggling in your seat, I know your nipples are rock hard and you know, that I know, that you’re soaking wet. You wait, patiently, silently, expectantly for an instruction. When it comes, your heart skips a beat. “take your thong off” I.