She wasn't thinking of stencils. She wanted it to look real. And she would not let me rest until I agreed to waste another month of my life. After she...agreed that my hourly rate would skyrocket. I was gambling 50 an hour would dissuade her, but I lost that bet. So I did a really damn good job of it. The rail of ivy even had a few yellowing leaves you wanted to go ahead and pick off. If you had a ladder. Or stood on a chair.It was maybe a month or so after I finished that Abigail was suddenly. Samantha had gone to many a night club and been the talk of the night for having an ass that rivaled that of any black woman in house that night. Needless to say she was given her proper respect for it, and she was proud of it, especially after all the work she put into keeping it in shape. She removed the red thong that disappeared between her ass cheeks and deposited them in the hamper with the rest of her clothes, grabbed her hairbrush and hopped into the steaming shower.Allowing the water. Eric reached out toward her, and placed his hands on her hips. He fingered the inside of her waistband with his index fingers and thumbs, and pulled her close to him so that his nose was nestled right above her navel. Her skin was warm and clammy from the heat. Katie slowly turned around, and faced away from him. As she turned, Eric stuck out his tongue and let her drag it across her salty skin while she turned around. After she had repositioned herself, she spread her legs about shoulder width. No matter how spent I was from my night out, I had to have her, and right now! My cock was instantly engorged, and our sex was unbelievable. The scent and the taste of another man on my wife was an aphrodisiac beyond explanation. The feeling of slipping inside of her, already well lubricated with his cum made me climax like a bull.Soon, I decided to discuss my feelings with her. We sat down in a frank discussion. I told her that I no longer wanted to go out. I wanted to stay home and await her.