Hubby looked nervous. He didn't have the presence of his kik chats. He spoke of her being treated as a slut lots. However, it was immediately apparent...that she was the one in this relationship with any moxy.As they approached the bar Ian smiled at them and suggested since it was so quiet that they joined us. Hubby tried to take a seat but milfy, still oblivious to the plan, agreed and almost instinctively positioned herself at the bar between the three of us. Immediately ostracising herself. "Hey Vicky?" Yeah?" If you took your top off, you'd get an all over tan. You know. No tan lines. Like Emma."I peered at him over the top of my sunnies again and gave him what I hoped looked like a stern look. He just smiled at me."Eric, you're a little pervert and you just want to see my tits." I do. Will ya show them to me?" What? No, of course not and you shouldn't ask ..people...um …women to show you their tits." Why not? My Dad says 'You don't ask, you don't get'." I'm sure that's not what. Yeah, I moan softly closing my eyes and leaning more against you. You like when I play with your nice tits, Amanda? You ask, giving my breasts a squeeze before focusing more on my nipples. Yessss. I purr loudly, slipping out of my panties to give you access to my already wet pussy. Oh look at that pink pussy of yours. You drum your fingers over my clit, making my muscles tense and then run one finger up and down my pussy. Fuck yes. I spread my legs for you and you chuckle, slipping one finger. " I visibly trembled at the thought but snarled, - "No waywill I wear those things, I'm no pansy!" "So be it, but there is noroom service here!" replied Miss Hudson sternly as she marched from theroom, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for over twelve hours, andleaving me to collect my tattered thoughts. I had soon decided on aplan, having determined not to become just one of the sissy crowdmilling about in the yard below. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Ifound the bedroom door was.