“There,” he says. “See? What’s so bad about a little skin?” and he squeezes me tighter.I hug him back and he rubs his hands up and down my b...ck, dancing me in a little circle. I relax and lean into him as he walks me backwards into the wall. He presses his body up against mine breathing heavily against my neck.“After everything we’ve done, I can’t believe you’re still shy.”His voice is husky, and the feeling of his breath against my cheek and neck starts my heart racing. It’s funny how in mere. I almost came from that alone.She started playing with her pussy again and this time she shoved a finger inside of her. After a few minutes, it became two and three fingers. Her fingers were soaked and I looked down at her pussy and could see some of the hair was wet and it almost looked as though a man came inside of her already. She was so damn wet and it looked sexy.She began increasing the thrusts of her fingers at a faster rate and was on the last pages of the fantasy where I fucked. That urge was in my pants so I shut the curtains in the lounge and put the DVD on. I looked for my favourite dirty film and pressed start. With that I put on my head phones and stripped to my socks and stood in front of the TV watching and wanking. I was at it about 15 minutes when I suddenly felt a hand on my bottom. I glanced quickly and saw the blonde head of my wife. Her hands went quickly to my hard on and gently began pulling my foreskin back and forth. Estacy, what could a man want. 5Golden girl,Embodiment of the sun,Daughter of the dawn,Standing between red curtains,Hand upon stone,Your pedestal is not stone,But an Amarillo rose,The sea behind youAnd the sky,The former blue,The latter gray.But you golden,Bright as the sun;Despite your statuesquePhysique and the blank gazeOf your eyeless countenance,You makeViewersInto voyeurs,And the sun rises and setsOutsideThe magic of your window.6Woman too bigFor the man in your life,Too bigFor the room,Taller than ingressOr.