I'm still motionless on my bed and, for all appearances, napping peacefully. These are usually for times when there are people in my house, not for ex...ended alone time. I refer to these naps as 'two finger time'. I continue to fantasize as my fingers find a rhythm, alternating rubbing my clit between them and pinching it gently (or not so gently, depending on the current fantasy). Today, I went with a different fantasy. With a house full of guests who would soon be clamoring for dinner, I had. It's the time when I can give him the type of attention and relief he needs most. Sometimes I surprise him with a whole new outfit including lingerie and miniskirt and heels, even makeup and a wig, other times it's just down to my knees crouched him front of him in a tight speedo or bikini. It's become something of an evening ritual. He comes home from work about 5pm and I help put away his things, hang up his clothes and start the shower. I soap him up and lather his firm chest and abs get him. I saw Barry was kissing my wife’s neck, while he was fondling her curvy body.Ana let out a low moan, as he pushed her down on the sofa. I noticed that she made no attempt to resist now and I knew she probably would be now turned on by that handsome black man.He pushed the dress up to her waist to run his hands on her body.But Ana suddenly stood up and got naked in just a couple seconds.She left just her high heeled sandals on. Barry pulled her and he began sucking on her hard nipples, as she. Not wearing them. Seeing them, smelling them, touching them. And, of course, coming on them. I'm almost always turned on when I see a girl's panties. With the current trend of low-slung jeans and pants, my eyes are always on the lookout for a girl whose panties or thongs are in view. I'll go out of my way to enjoy that forbidden view for as long as I can. The sight of those colors or fabrics caressing a woman's ass will almost always get me hard. I can never stop staring, even when I should..