The treat I saw further down though were the light purple fuck me boots. They were lavender and glimmered in the light. They started just above her kn...es and worked their way down to her stiletto heels. How the hell she walked in those I will never know, but damn they made her look good. Even more exciting though was watching my husband practically drool over her. It became pretty obvious Tom could not take his eyes off of her. I think she noticed too, and overall she was excited to go to her. This time, as she sat down, she whispered to me, "I know what you do," and after a very long pause said, "it makes me wet!" When the lights went down I unbuttoned my wife's skirt and found her slit in the open crotch of her panties. It was getting moist as I ran my finger up and down and her pussy lips opened to the very little pressure of my finger. As I was moving my fingers deeper into her, I felt a hand on my thigh and then, with some difficulty, it lowered my zipper. The hand reached. He impatiently lifted his backside off the seat and shucked his trousers and pants down around his thighs, and roughly grabbing hold of my head, pulling it down to his swollen prick. His cock was long, thick and when I pulled the foreskin back to use my tongue on the head, it tasted musky – unwashed and slightly unpleasant. Not again I thought as he held my bunches tightly, grunting, and pulled at them, forcing my head down. I opened my mouth as it was pulled to meet his rising cock, and felt. I am sorry to hear all the bad things that happen before, but I am happy that it bring you here.’ He smiled kindly to her, he hoped that he had chosen the right words, and had placed them in the right order. Too many times he had been slapped before for making such mistakes. Since Amanda had not done so yet, he figured that he had done well, especially since she had smiled. Amanda:’I’m pretty surprised about all of this happening, I don’t feel like the same person anymore.’ Fred:’I not.