They fell free, hanging down like cows bags as I rubbed her nipple through my fingers. With my other hand, I pushed it under her tummy and made my way...to her fanny; I pushed her knickers away from her clit and started to play with her button end.Brenda started to breathe faster and bucked back on to me as my fingers rubbed her erotic zones; arousing her sexually feelings even more. The more she moaned the more I rubbed her clit until she came on me. Inside her fanny was fill with a warm feeling. About a week later I was lying on the hot bathtub, drinking some wine and relaxing. My body took almost a week to recover from all those big black cocks fucking my every hole. Luckily for me, my loving husband was still feeling stressed and had declined to fuck me on those days.As I lay in the bathtub I started thinking about how well those men used my body. My nipples started to get hard as I lay in the warm, bubbly water thinking of all those strangers fucking me. I loved the feeling of three. Luckily, she looked just like the pictures. I walked over and introduced myself. I gave the wife a nice tight hug. I could feel her large breasts push against my chest. It was also readily apparent that she had been drinking. Hubby immediately got the attention of the cocktail waitress and had her bring me a drink. We sat at the slot machines and talked for a bit. We luckily all got along quite well. While we were down there, we spotted a hot 20 something girl in the slot machine area that was. " Jessica started."Look, Ladies. We all know that I'm fucked up. I hear her all the time. And I know that you two love me, and I love you, but..." We're not just being condescending," Carla interrupted. "We believe you can actually hear her. Now don't get started about this. We've discussed it before. We're well aware that it's only been a few weeks since she died, but she has given her permission, and well, to tell the truth, we've ... uh, started to feel her when she talks to you. So we.