Natalie was an interesting person. One thing I'd noticed early on was herpersonal style - it was a lot like the models I'd seen in the storeflyers and...catalogs. When I was out with her I tried to emulate herstyle, and I'd wince when I saw other girls or women who made no attemptat looking remotely presentable - baggy tee shirts, poorly fitting jeans,or worse: sweatpants. And these were females who would probably lookgreat if they put out just a little effort. I couldn't imagine why anyonewho. “I hope so, I’m your husband.”The other three left for a minute so Dan slowed down. Several men gather around to watch as the fire trucks arrived. Partially hidden from view, Dan continued fucking her.“I love us fucking outside and especially with an audience,” she smiled meeting his gentle thrusts and looking up at those watching.“Is that your wife you’re fucking?” One asked.“Yes, it is.”“We’ve seen you and her in action, especially her with other men. Can we be next to have a piece of that. Her two-day ‘hookup hiatus’ was firmly on her mind, and as she continued to flirt and get loose, she was reaching the fast conclusion that it would be coming to an end that night. It was with these thoughts in mind that Rachel had finally teasingly asked if she could have a tour of Derrick’s place. They’d both laughed at the request, recalling that it was the same line that he had used on her to get up to her room several nights prior. And it was even more absurd because all of the units in the. .. to take her. I thought back to the times I'd awakened to her straddling me, lifting up and lowering herself on my cock, me barely awake as I felt my orgasm overtake me and shoot into her. Now I could return the favor, if I did everything right. It took a few minutes. I moved slowly and carefully, trying not to wake my Lynnie up. She's not a light sleeper, but unless she's really exhausted, the strangest things can disturb her. After getting rid of the light sheet that covered us, I moved my.