I focussed the camera as she looked up at me leaning forward to lick clean each cock as the men kissed before lifting her huge udders to lick them cle...n. The men thanked my wife and got dressed. I got into the back of the car. “Time to go now?” I smiled, but noticed the disappointment in Louise’s face. “Oh, if you want to!” She said almost begrudgingly. “Not Home!” I corrected myself. “The next location.” I smiled. “Get dressed again in just the dress and stockings again!”She giggled as. " Heather laughed, stretching out, absorbing the sun."Jesus, Heather! You didn't say anything about Jeff spanking me, did you?"Heather sighed. "I had to do something." Fuck! I'm dead." Lynn groaned."Oh, come on. He's not going to say anything, especially not now that he's doing the same thing. And you told me how after you got yours, he felt so bad he finally bought you that sweet car," Heather said.Lynn was quiet. "Heather. I didn't tell you everything. He's been looking for reasons to spank. She turned around to face me. She was smiling all of a sudden. "I'm not angry!" She said. "If I'm anything, I'm ratherexcited! Now that I know my husband wants his wife to go out and fuck other men, what's to be angry about?" It's just porn," I said, trying to ameliorate the situation." 'Just' porn?" She said with a faint smile. "It's MORE than 'just porn.' It's a peek into who you really are as a man. That's what it is."She had a point. Why did I find such thoughts, of my own wife fucking. ." began Andre, taken aback by the loveliness and scantily clad nature of the young woman, "we are Andre and Justine Letour. We have come in search of my mother and my wife's father who may have passed by this way." Come in. I shall summon the count," she said, bidding them enter and leading them down a long hallway past very old and very ornate tapestries, paintings and furniture. They were ushered into a room where a fire crackled in the fireplace, but despite the warmth it radiated, Justine.