One of the gals rode behind Frank on the horse. As it walked along her big tits kept pushing on his back and he soon had an extra saddle horn he hoped...she’d grab. No such luck. They were trying to act like virtuous ladies for a change.The men were under strict instruction that there was no screwing of the current wives except discreetly in the barn. They had to mind all the manners Flossie had painfully taught them under threat of no sex. There was going to be a whole week of getting acquainted. ..and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Anna-Karin's deep, dark, belly-button hole....do you enjoy this?"Yes" said my wife rather shyly."Yes, what?" grunted the old man, busy with the kneading."I enjoy you...massaging...my belly..." she said in gasps coinciding with the deeply probing fingers and palms that repeatedly dug deep into the soft firm brown flesh of her midsection.The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare. I could not help but fantasise how it would feel in my mouth, my cunt and even my arse, I wanted so much to taste his load deposited eventually into my eager mouth!" Around this time I began to feel damp and lovely between my legs and always felt so much better when I rubbed my cunt, but soon that was not enough so I started to push the hairbrush handle into my cunt, always careful not to bust my hymen that preserved my virginity for I wanted a real cock to break that, but alas I got carried. She told me that her friend’s matter is important and it will be over in about an hour and a half. After some yes/no, I agreed to it. Then I dropped her at her penthouse and went to a cafe.About two hours waiting for aunty, I tried calling her but there was no answer. So I went back penthouse and was tired of the journey and all that. I parked the car and was headed to the penthouse. After reaching the penthouse, I didn’t ring the bell as uncle had given me an extra set of keys.As I opened the.