I texted and asked if she wanted to see what she had done to me. Yes was the response so I took a shot of my hard cock and sent it. She texted back ...hat she would like to ride that cock. I was about to cum from this. I knew I wasn't her target but shit who was. She texted she better go take her frustrations out in bed and said she would text me later. That night my wife found my cock in her pussy alsmost before she got in bed. After I came I wondered about the texts and who she was. The problem is that muscle weighs more than fat, so you can't rely on weight measurement alone. Skinfold thickness measurement is best — but the client has to be undressed to do that!!Daphne looked down as I checked her skinfold thickness, pinching gently at folds of skin in a number of places. The first time I did this she thought the callipers you use to do this looked pretty scary; now she was used to them. I did her resting heart rate and blood pressure, noting the results on her fitness. She blinked a few times, clearing her passion fogged brain. Gabriel waited patiently for her reply. Anywhere was heaven as long as she was with him, but she remembered the dream she had the night before. They were sitting atop a high mountain, just looking at the beautiful view below. A green forest stretched as far as the eye could see. She’d felt such peace in that dream. ‘The mountains,’ she said with a sigh. He grinned. ‘Just out on a mountain or like a little cabin up in the mountains?’. This went on for quite some time, then stopped as I felt more whipped cream being basted over my cock. The hot mouths then turned their attention to me, once again, and I was erotically brought to the edge of climax over and over again. My knees were lifted, placing my feet on the chair and my ankles secured. this gave them "more access", as my wife said. Whipped-cream was liberally applied to my tight anal ring and deep anal probing began as the sloppy blow-job continued. Once again, they were.