Grace’s legs parted still wider as I slowly moved my hands, one on each inner thigh slowly upwards. When my thumbs brushed across her pussy I heard ...er moan and she lifted her hips towards me slightly. I slipped my thumbs beneath the material of her panties and was not surprised to find that she was wet as I ran my thumbs up over her dripping pussy, across her mound and out to her flanks. Gripping the sides of her panties I tugged gently and Grace obliged by lifting her ass off the sofa. With a. If only I had known to dream bigger dreams."Are they all this good?" He had wonder in his voice."Oh, this one is only OK." Speaking, I had an excuse to glance over at him again. "Some of them get spectacularly hot and nasty." Hmm," was all he responded. He was transfixed by the three-way in front of him. He reached down and carelessly ran his hand over his bulge, rubbing it slightly, then he crossed his arms. I couldn't believe he had just done that in front of me, and apparently without any. Soon he had unhooked her three blouse buttons. Now Gayathri stopped him and turning around, slowly shrugged off the blouse, off her shoulders so that it was only covering her boobs, supported by her hands.She looked at me and I read carnal lust and animal desire in her face. This wasn’t the shy wife I knew at all. She glanced again at his cock, and slowly dropped the blouse onto the floor. For the first time, Gayathri was in just her bra in front of a man other than her husband. But even with. That's the point, however. No matter how much you may think it, I am neither a goddess on Olympus trying to isolate myself, nor a goddess for you to worship. I have loved you, and I have been a bitch to you, but that simply proves that what I am above all is just a flesh and blood woman, a woman who has been trying for over a week to get you into her pants. Every time I reach for your zipper you stop me. How much more obvious do I need to get, John? I want to get past you fondling my tits and.