Suddenly, i took her hand in mine, pulled her close to me and kissed on her lips. she was frozen for a second and then she began to cooperate with me....I was quick and pulled out her top out of her pants unbuttoning them and pulled her breasts out of her bra which were kind of elastic and supported my cause willingly. I was already squeezing her boobs and my right feet was between her legs pushing up to her crotch feeling her hot pouri there.I lowered my right hand to her panties waistband and. " "The Maynard G. Krebs I knew barely thought like a human being." "Did somebody say my name?" "Maynard??" "Maynard!?! What happened to you?!" Dobie cried in disbelief.=== Maynard G. Krebs, brunet, well-groomed, average early 1960s Working-Middle Class Maynard G. Krebs no longer had his old gray, cut-off sweater, jeans, or sandals. He no longer had his goatee. Maynard G. Krebs looked human... even normal. And he was carrying books and a loose leaf binder! "May- I mean, Maynard! You're no. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she pushed the vibe in and out, her other hand was circling her clit, and her hips bucked into another orgasm. Jen lay back for another sip of wine, holding the vibe inside. The tingling feeling it produced was somewhat distracting, but that was part of the exercise. She leaned over to grab the dildo and lube and refilled her glass. Jen clamped her ass muscles to hold the vibe while the fingers of one hand played idly over her clit. The other hand. He sat up and undid them as my wife pushed her yoga pants and panties off. She was laying against the door her tank top up over her tits and fingering her pussy watching him fumble with his pants. What seemed like minutes when by when he finally got them off. He had around a 6 inch cock, it was fully hard and and small compared to mine and the others she gets regularly. You couldnt tell what her reaction was because of her sunglasses and mask. No one in the truck for that matter could tell.