Lauralee slept then, drifting in and out of warm dreams where she saw a long line of erectly throbbing cocks, where she saw them spurt at the same mom...nt, firing geysers of milky juices high into the air... She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous richness, the thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen.... ‘But I also like your stomach,’ I added, slipping one hand down to her belly, briefly dipping a finger into her navel to cause Anya to giggle quietly. ‘But you apparently REALLY like my chest. You still have a hand kindly groping my breast.’ I dropped my other hand to her thigh. ‘No, no, no!!!’ Anya grabbed both my hands and placed them back on her chest, this time inside the open flannel shirt. ‘That’s better!’ For several long minutes, I lovingly fondled my wife’s chest, listening as the. She had the right amount of flesh at the right places.Anyways, we had a short conversation and in between the talks, she caught me a few times staring at her boobs.After she was gone, I couldn’t stop thinking of her. I went to her bathroom and saw her panties and bras lying in the bucket. Immediately, I smelled them and the smell of her undergarments made me crazy. I felt horny and my dick was hard. I masturbated looking at her photo on my phone and also looking at those items lying there in. His grunts and wiggling were well-justified but exaggerated for her entertainment.“Almost,” she gasped. Her other hand wrenched her nipple in a way only her current state would allow. “Al… most,” she held her breath and so did Brad.“Shit!” she cried, “I lost it.”Brad stifled his pained reaction and hoped she didn’t see his face at that moment. He lifted his hands, letting the sweet anguish of denial ring through his body.Janet had stopped but pressed one hand against her crotch as the other.