Lucky girl that she is, she'll havea triple layer petticoat under that gorgeous dress along with lingeriesexy enough to make her husband stay hard for...hours just thinking aboutit!Aunt Peg is thrilled with her dress; peach, like the bridesmaids dresses,it has chiffon sleeves ending in lace cuffs, a small rose where the deepVee of the neckline ends, and a full skirt with knife pleats that willsway with every step. Any middle-aged woman would love to wear that dressand I'm sure Aunt Peg will look. Sit on the toilet or anything. Or stand in line, for that matter.All this talk about urinating, of course, didn't help me to not want todo it. How long was the parade route, anyway? Then I remembered--afterthe parade, where would I be? Surely the men's room here would be saferthan any public men's room at the other end of the parade route... Therewas so much I didn't know about what lay ahead for me this day."Take your gloves off first," Lisa said.I gingerly pulled at the fingertips of my. He slowly moved his cock over my ass left and right and like an instructor helped me cook. I was enjoying it, laughing with him, totally forgotten thoughts of boundaries and even my husband upstairs, who knows not a single thing and is quietly showering. Is this what an affair feels like? Like being alive, every single moment. What should I even call this? His hands now are moving away from my arms and reaching my pants as he blew air over my ears and kept rubbing my ass. I started responding. I went under that already hard dick to T-bag those big balls.There's something about a big set of balls that makes me so damn slutty, I die to drain them.Spending a few mins on them I swallowed that fat dick whole.A few very wet trips up and down him and I broke free.Facing the T.V., I went face down ass up and invited him in."Use lots of that lube on your huge cock, I don't want you to ruin me for the next guy" I smiled sweetly to him.My heart raced watching those big hands slathering lube.