“No, its your tits digging in my back and your perfume,” he insisted.“Don’t pretend Broadstairs, I know you like my finger up there, just imag...ne how nice a cock will feel,” she cooed.“Its a nice female finger miss, if women had cocks it would be all right but they don’t,” he pleaded.“In that case prove it, fuck me.” She snapped.“Miss?” he queried.“Take me, push me against a wall and ram your meat up me,” she suggested as she wriggled her finger in his ass.“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed as suddenly. Walked into my bedroom and saw a dresser drawer open. It was her side of the bureau and the space where she kept her underwear and stockings and stuff. Odd. I had been meaning to bag all of her clothing and donate/trash it, but hadn't taken the time yet. So all of her lingerie, 'special' outfits meant to entice me (or someone else), and even 'marital aids' were still where she'd left them. I shrugged it off, pushed the drawer in, yelled "I'm home" and went back down the stairs to fix. Hubby continued to enjoy my soft cuddly pajamas, a reminder of his first taste of my "inner child" the previous night.We resumed kissing and touching for a while - mostly with me on my back and him running his hands all over me. Eventually, we were awake enough that we wanted to do more.I wanted him to use the hairbrush on me. It had been a week or more since I had begun the whole process of finding it, ordering it and giving it to him. My anticipation had been building.He had rolled over on. ”He lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the couch, then knelt between my legs. I felt his warm breath against my upper thighs as he moved closer to my pussy. He took his fingers and he slipped them back inside me. He pushed his fingers in and out a couple of times before bringing them up to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to I lick my own juices off and sucked them into my mouth. He ran his wet fingers down my body, around my hard nipples, and back to my wet slit. Master opened me up,.