Not flashy, but classy and certainly of some great expense. But it’s not the expense of the jewelry that attracts my eye. It’s the way that that e...erything you wear seems to compliment your free spirit. A spirit that to my imagination contains a hint of experience and risk taking. Occasionally you wear a blouse that is designed to be semi-transparent in order to emphasize the elegant undergarment that is meant to accentuate your beauty without appearing crass or inappropriate in any way. You. You've replaced me. I saw it. I believe it. That ends it," I said. "Wrong—wrong—and wrong!" she said, and that with emphasis. "Hmm," was my brilliant retort. "Julian!" she said, in a begging tone. "Get to it, Stacy. I'm here. I'm trapped. You've got me. Lay it on me," I said. "You know: the why, the who, the how long for starters. She took a deep breath. She nodded. "Okay, Julian. But first I want to apologize for treating shabbily. I didn't mean to, but looking at it now, I guess I did,". Grafton swiveled his head to all sides as he approached the door, probably checking for anyone watching him. He started to ring the bell, but Agnes met him first."I think we have some business to discuss, Mrs. Loehman," he said in his customary nasal voice.Agnes nodded and stood motionless behind the screen door."I can't discuss it out here, Mrs. Loehman. Can I come in?" he asked after waiting for her to speak.Agnes hesitated."Maybe I should come back when Bert is home," he said.Agnes opened. Both he and Ana let out a moan as he thrust his cock deep inside.That guy reached for Anita's hair and pulled her head back to help Kenny slid his cock to the back of her throat. My own cock was hard as I watched and was pressing for release from my shorts.Kenny started slapping my delicate wife’s face as he thrust his cock in and out of her soft mouth. Slim would smack her butt cheeks as he fucked her wet pussy. I knew Anita loved it even though her moans could hardly be heard with Kenny's.