Her mind balked at the direction of that thought, though. No, he’s a prisoner. What the crap is the matter with you, Girl?While she continued to sit...on his lap, her mind in a turmoil, he reached one-handed to slip her unlaced boots off. As he cupped a hand around her left foot, he made a sound and said, “It’s cold as ice.”Coming to his feet with her still in his arms, he set her on the cook stool. “Where are your socks?”“On top of my things,” she replied, motioning, “but I’ll...”He lifted her. “I have a very special place in mind. I have given this a lot of thought, and I am no more anxious to be seen having dinner together than I imagine you are. The place I have selected is very private, secluded, and has some of the greatest pasta you’ve ever tasted,” she replied with that mysterious little smile flashing across her face.“Sounds like a great place, how far is it from here?” I asked. “About twelve feet,” she replied nonchalantly. With that, she took my hand and led me to the. “Oh, my! I’m sorry. I didn’t…” “Hey, it’s okay. It feels good, and besides, look at what it’s doing to Tom’s cock!” With that, Diane smiled and leaned forward, pressing her breasts into my hot wife’s face, moving them until her nipple was firmly on Patricia’s lips. My bride then began to suck Diane’s right nipple, gently at first, until the milk began to flow. She then greedily drank from the engorged tit. “Honey, you have got to try Diane’s milk. It’s delicious!” Patricia offered, a. It cum and it was great. I heard Yanni saying the he was cum-ing and I felt him swallowing Yanni’s semen. We really were having a fantastic sexual pleasure. Eventually we did a DP, taking turns, on him and on Yanni. Oh, yeah, they did a DP on me too. WE spent the better part of the night and morning fucking each other in all possible combinations. One of the activities was when Yanni and him took turns in fucking my pussy. Both moving in and out alternatively and both eventually cum filling.