As she studied him, she realised that he looked incredibly tired. And stunning. His eyes had dark shadows under it, and his hair looked like he had al...ost pulled them out of their roots. But he still looked smouldering. His jumper hugged his broad shoulders and his jeans hung on his lean hips. She suddenly remembered how she had looked when she left her room for the basement, and on recalling how shabbily she had dressed, she groaned inwardly. She was definitely worse looking than then, she was. It’s black, square with a metal casing. Have you seen such an item?’ Arching a single eyebrow, she saw the way his eyes gleamed as if shining with some bedeviling light. She was afraid to answer him, afraid what he would do if he didn’t get the answer he wanted. ‘I suggest you answer me, my dear,’ he said as he stood up. ‘Shall I tell you something of myself?’ ‘I…,’ she began, her voice trailing off as the maniacal gleam in his eyes unnerved her. ‘Oh, do let me,’ he giggled. ‘I was a careless. Down to her white lacy panties and bra, Tom stood in front with Tony behind and she felt there hands exploring her. She kissed Tom with long passionate kissed and could feel his arousal in his breath and between her legs. Tony was behind her unclasping her bra, and his finger caressing the outside of her damp panties. The he pushed his fingers against her opening a place Karen knew would soon have would long thick cocks taking turns. Tom moved down her body, and as he reached her damp panties.. "Man I am curvy as hell." This was the feature of women I found mostattractive. It was a universal symbol of femininity that human malesetched into their artwork since Eve first walked the garden. Sadly mywife was lacking in this category and unless she was lying on her side, Icouldn't see much of her curves. Nevertheless, I loved her anyway. I nowhad my own perfect set of curves I could stare at to my heart's content.Finally I was standing directly in front of the mirror, still wearing.