I walked into our bathroom, and glanced at myself in the mirror as I unraveled my braid. My recent diet had paid off, I was back to a size two. You’...e never at any problems with my physique, loving it no matter what number was on the tag of my jeans. I smiled and wiggled my hips at myself in the mirror, heaven forbid if you knew my silly quirks when you weren’t around. I turned on the water, getting it to a warm if not hot temperature. I stepped in, washing my face first, then my hair,. I covered it up, saying I was missing him. But since my hubby is there, I couldn’t talk much. He somehow bought it. I went ahead, had a relaxing shower, and cleaned myself up, especially my pussy.I was careful about keeping my body as smooth as possible. I wore a simple tank top and jeans that he had gifted me. I looked at myself in the mirror once. I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. Just a few years ago, I was a shy wife who was more than happy to have no mind of myself.But since he came. I had a training session coming up with Danielle, so I decided to invite Daisy over to meet her. I figured the three of us could relax and see if a threesome would be in the works. Danielle and I decided to do a bike ride the next morning and Daisy wanted to join us. Danielle had no problem with that and I had an extra bike, so it all worked out well. Daisy came over the house early Saturday morning in some tight jeans and a very revealing top. We didn't say much except that both of us needed. " Rod's joy knew no bounds as he thrust his head between Sabah's luscious thighs and drank deeply of her essence. Sometimes Rod did not know which form of worship was best. This had the advantage of being more selfless, not that HE did not enjoy bringing Sabah to climax with his mouth and tongue, and he could prolong it for hours. Yet, ultimately he had to prefer what she did, and no matter how many time he got her off otherwise, Sabah ultimately loved to be penetrated, long, hard, repeated.