‘My shirt is getting in the way too.’ ‘Mmmmmm’ I wrote. ‘Bare skin on bare skin.’ ‘Kissing my way down to your stomach. Running my hands...over your covered breasts’ he replied. I sent him a picture of my breasts showing my bra and the bathrobe I was wearing. ‘Oh wow babes!’ he wrote. ‘They’re still covered’ I replied. ‘They were not any more hun. I couldn’t wait’ he wrote. ‘Lol. Love that impatience’ I wrote. ‘Can you blame me hun?’ he responded. ‘No’ I replied. ‘But this is our first date as it. One thing I still remember, and have, was finding a couple of the giant pine cones that are found around Tahoe. The biggest ones are almost as big as a football. That used about half of our time and the other half of our waking time was spent fucking and sucking. I am willing to bet that by the end of our honeymoon I had more than a quart of Tim’s cum inside of my body.We had been home in our apartment for about a week when Tim had to go to Seattle for a job interview. He would be gone. She was sitting right next to me on the long sofa. After about an hour she felt a little drowsy and lay her head on my thigh. The urge started having effect on my psyche. Yet like a good uncle I patted Bardhini on her head and shoulder to make her feel more relaxed. Whenever there was a hot scene I felt her breathing heavily but least shy or embarrassed. She seemed quite broad-minded. And also broad hipped, which I only realized when my hands reached them while I was still caressing her whole. I picked one up and started to flick through it with Debbie looking over my shoulder. Pete noticed our interest and told us that he and Lynette used the mags to get themselves turned on and that we should have a read. After a few minutes he suggested we turn to the reader’s letters section, specifically the tale about the couple who had swapped with some old friends. While we were reading the story, I could feel Debbie beginning to fidget, which was a sure sign she was getting turned on. Pete.