He sat down on the pool deck next to her. Sandy raised her arms over her head, inviting Bob's gaze to settle on her breasts. After a few seconds he te...tatively put a hand on one of her breasts. Sandy’s hard nipples suggested she wanted more. He stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She looked longingly into his eyes as he continued. Bob leaned over and pressed his mouth to one of Sandy's breasts. He flicked his tongue over the nipple, then bit it gently between his teeth. Sandy moaned. ’ For a long moment, Marcel gazed into his glass reflecting on his late wife, who had been gone for nearly 10 years. Then, he perked up and smiled at me. ‘Besides, I believe she is waiting for one special man to come calling,’ he said, giving me a wink. I picked up the none-too-subtle hint. ‘And if this one man were to come calling, how would you feel about it?’ I asked. ‘Is this one man acceptable in your eyes, even if he may be quite a bit older than she.’ Marcel laughed heartily at that. ‘Oh. That wasjust one more way she dominated and controlled him. As they entered thehome they heard moaning coming from another room, followed by thesitter's stern voice. They glanced at each other excitedly before movingtoward the sounds.When they got to the playroom, as they had dubbed it, they could seeFlorence through the slightly ajar door. She was tall and imposing, amiddle-aged woman with a somewhat full figure. Her auburn hair was up ina tight bun and she had glasses with small. “That’s JoBeth,” I said. “She’ll be moving in with us.”“I see,” she said. “Dirty teacher.”“Guilty,” I said, smiling at my wife.She changed direction and brought me around it to my chair. She pressed me down. My naked ass pressed down on the cheap fabric. I was growing used to feeling the cloth on my bare rump. My wife sank down to her knees before me, her hands gripped her tits. She hefted him, squeezing them. Her fingers kneaded them.My wife piled her breasts around my dick. She squeezed her.