She steadied him and Tim reached, his hand landing on her shoulder blade. It was about the size of a shovel and as hard. He slid his hand along her ba...k. He had been right, no bra. He touched her backbone, the flexing vertebrae, bones feeling like a chain of steel bearings. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, pulling Tim back to his feet. “This mean I flunked my sobriety test?” “Sure does,” she said, with a a throaty chuckle. “Better sit down.” Anna led him to her table. “Here.” She patted the end. “Hop up. With a hot moan she lowered her mouthwatering bottom and slid down towards my feet, dragging her pussy over my arching bulge, she paused to grind her moist mound back and forth on my flared crown. The crests of her ass and hips were absolutely incredible, and the split dividing her tanned cheeks was achingly beautiful. Stacey’s ass was truly flawless. There was even a growing wet spot in her panties that became more prominent every time she pressed the thin cotton to her pussy by sliding her. All she had seen when the tryst began was his magnificent ball sac, hanging out back full and velvety-looking under the erect, swaying tail. It was that smooth, fine-haired ball sac that only some breeds have. It was that kind of smooth that begged for the coddling touch of a soft, pink tongue.She heard her father telling the man how low she had to go to suck yorkie dick the previous week. “She got a rug burn on her cheeks,” her father joked, “but she got her load.” The two men laughed. She. Neither were they thinking of the girl. For them she was just a tool. Like in my school days, the bullies would grab my comics and read them and after that, if they liked they gave it back or tore it into pieces just for fun. Seeing these men, I felt the same effect. It was as if their new tool was upgraded from comic to women. They thought she was my girlfriend and thinking they were doing a great, help was offering me their help by making me fuck her."She is my wife." Damn -- Nowadays these.