My wife watched me as I walked over to the bed and picked up the sexy orange panties. They were slightly damp this time and they had a very definite f...minine odor. I inhaled deeply. As the aroma filled my nostrils, blood filled my penis.Our ‘afternoon delights’ were becoming quite regular so it was no surprise when I tossed her on the bed and started removing her clothes as she cooperated fully with my every desire. I ravished my wife’s body that afternoon. I peeled all of her clothes off from. With this I was about to cum so I stopped myself. Took a break of 15- 20 seconds and asked her to go doggy. She obliged but was unable to get up because she was weak down her legs. So her husband helped her out to make her stand and bent her for me.As I fantasised to enter from back so I asked her hold something very hard so she held the sofa’s legs firmly. Before I start I thought of licking her pussy once again so I stick my tongue out and passed it from her pussy to her ass crack. It didn’t. He held her there while his hands fondled the twin mounds, tweaking the two nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefinger. He watched her eyes as he tugged the tips upward, stretching their spongy fingers, then forcing them back Into their own aureoles.Susan looked back at him without expression, acutely aware of the manipulation of her sensitive nipples, but willing them to continued flaccidity. She felt his heavy balls drag over her thighs, and a wave of heat washed through her. She could be as cold as ice until you mentioned her kids then she was all smiles and pride. A tall man appeared behind her as if by magic it was my turn to drop my jaw. Peter Bartholomew Holt was one spindly, gangly looking pre-teen. He grew up with nicknames like ‘Tree branch, tooth pick, long neck’ and ‘ ape arms’ I mean, it was relentless. The ‘Pete’ that stood before me now weighed at least two hundred pounds and was topping 6 feet easy. ‘My God.’ I said. ‘My God too.’ He replied with a.