" We?re just going for a walk darling. I?ve got the keys to your placeand a wallet in case we want to stop for coffee or an ice cream,"Caitlin explain...."It?s really no trouble for me to carry my handbag, I should at leasttake my phone and a handkerchief," I say.Caitlin approaches me and puts her hands on both of my shoulders, andtells me she?ll carry my phone for me. She then asks me for my handbag.Then she pulls out my hankie, and puts it under the strap of my camisoleunder my dress, then puts. After that I began to notice my wife’s whole demeanor changed. She started swearing a lot; every other word out of her mouth was fuck, asshole, or bitch. She began to drink a lot at home and on occasion you could smell the aroma of pot around the house. She began wearing clothing only a biker chick would wear. Tight cut off shorts showing half her ass, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and very tight denim jeans. Even in public she was dressing like a biker’s slut. What happened. ’ He came closer to her and carefully put his hands on her shoulders. The collar of her nightdress had slipped to one side and she could feel his warm palm against her skin. He was gentle and trembled a bit, surprising her. Perhaps it was merely his age that made him unsteady. ‘Alessandra,’ he whispered, ‘turn and look upon me.’ His tone was not forceful but calm so she turned with chin down. Lifting her head up, she looked into his blue eyes. His face was not ugly, his beard trimmed short and. After dinner we went back to our cabana. I put on the radio and Jaye started a slow sensual strip for us – or Samuel.Once she was naked Samuel and I sandwiched her for a long slow dance then retired to the bed where we had another threesome.I came in her first (there was no point in condoms any more), then started to switch positions for her to clean my cock while he fucked her. She stopped me."B, I didn't cum, will you finish me off with your tongue while I clean you? She had me lay down on my.