My wife told Ryan she was preparing to wash a load of clothes and asked if he had anything he wanted washed. My wife showed Ryan where the washer and ...ryer were in case he needed anything. She was loading the machine after Ryan said he had a few items if she didn't care to add them. He returned from his room, still wearing his speedo trunks as he handed my wife a few small things. He said he appreciated her washing his items. My wife pulled off her top and shorts, throwing them into the wash. Throbbing. Wanting to be inside you. I shake it off. No. First, you need to be taken care of. I begin to massage your breast with my hands, much to your ecstasy. I let my mouth wander; a kiss on your abdomen, my tongue running along your waistline, a breath on your right breast. I see you squirming. You can't take it. You need a release. You come crashing back to reality. While recovering from the hazy bliss you were in, you wonder why the has feeling stopped. Then you notice that I stopped. She had kept herself nude ever since the last conversation she joined in with the group, so she was on full display in all of her naked glory. Cowpoke wore a flannel shirt, denim jeans, and leather boots that matched his standard cowboy hat. He certainly gave the lie to the idea that Yankees were all a bunch of city slickers, including in upstate New York.“It’s a bit chilly, so let’s get inside before these poor ladies freeze to death, don’t you think?” Bill suggested, getting agreement from. He says, still a little unsure of this new found freedom, “I want to do what pleases my Mistresses.” Amanda and I are all too turned on by his submission and we decide on an action. Amanda says to him “Max, baby, we are going to fuck you and ride you until your glorious cock is drained of all the cum you have in you. I climb onto the bed and straddle Max reverse cowgirl style so that my ass is facing him. I take my time, lowering myself onto his thick cock slowly as he stretches my pussy..