Oh darling! I cant! Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties. Cmon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore, her hu...band urged. Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs. The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line. Lying in the sudsy tub, Lori massaged herself, trying to work some of the tension out of her body. She wanted to be made love to – she needed it desperately – but Mel didn’t seem to be able to do that any more. As her hand moved over her slippery skin, it brushed a nipple and a jolt of pleasure shot through her, surprising her. Without thinking she cupped her breasts in her hands her thumbs began to toy with her stiffening nipples while pleasure surged through her. ‘My God!’ Lori thought, ‘Am I. She panted and rode out the wave of orgasm before climbing off of him and turning around to face him again. He was staring at his hand as if it were on fire. He didn’t seem to know if he possessed a contaminated poop thumb…or the most powerful sexual weapon in the world. She picked up his shorts and proceeded to wipe his hand off and then she threw his shorts across the living room. On her knees again, she began to suck his limp cock like a hungry a****l attacking a carcass. Eventually she. ” Eve felt as if her entire body were one raw, needy nerve, as she sat in the plush leather chair. She slouched down, then looking up into James' eyes, she spread her legs and threw them each over an armrest. Her hands roamed over her breasts and belly, throaty little sighs and arching motions rippling through her nearly supine form. She reached over and gripped the thick, smooth column of glass. The cold made her shiver and smile. Eve watched James as she pressed the fat tip to one puckered.