“Look down my dress,” she whispered forcefully. Kevin looked. He saw the swell of her breasts captured by the miniscule brassiere she wore beneath...the V of her dress front. The aroma of her perfume infused the space between them. “What are you doing?” he asked softly. “Tantalizing you,” she murmured back. “Giving you a glimpse of what awaits you when we get home.” “You’re kidding,” he replied in a low voice. “You’ve just had a full weekend.” She nodded, her hair brushing along his cheek. “Yes,. I tried to pull myself together."What? Oh yeah, I'm fine, just got something on my mind." Is it something I can help with?" No, it's work related. Nothing for you to worry about."That night I got home to find Jessica packing for her few days away. When I walked into the bedroom, she quickly closed her suitcase. Any other day I wouldn't have thought much of it but today, it had a new significance. It did puzzle me why she needed to take so many clothes for three days with our son and his wife. I. She was tentative, and Abe used his manly charm to guide her.As I watched my wife give her first oral sex… to another man, no less, I was so turned on! I knew that if I touched my panty-covered cock, that I would explode instantly. I did my best to watch her perform. Jill moved her lips up and down on his shaft and Abe had his hands on either side of her head. He looked at me and gave me a knowing smile. She looked intent on pleasing Abe. I couldn’t believe I was watching my wife suck on a. Changing intopanty hose under our slacks, we defend ourselves against the chill andsharp wind coming off the North Sea. A quick check that we have all thenecessities for a walk through town - groceries, a water bottle - andwe're off again. It's best to keep moving and stay out-in what passesfor daylight on this overcast morning-to stave off jet lag and make themost of the time. For I have planned our day well, and the next stop isone of the local coffee houses.Dutch coffee houses are now being.