And Babe, stop at the market on your way home to get something to grill, just call ahead, John will have anything you want ready and wrapped for you -...LY! Vicki’s last text read: Okay Hon’ – LY2! No, today was not going to be a normal day by any stretch of the imagination, and now I’m horny as hell. But I did manage to finish my sunroom designs in spite of my diminished mental capacities. > > > > > It was just before one p.m. when I went out to the shed and started up my new riding lawnmower.. "Dinner is still several hours away. Let's eat now." Nothing too fattening. I weighed myself yesterday, and I like the weight I'm at right now." I do, too. But I'd love a Chicago hot dog with all of the fixings right about now. C'mon, while you were changing I found a place to eat just down the concourse."They landed in Bloomington just after sunset. There was 3" of fresh snow on the ground, and more drifting down out of the sky. The weather forecaster on the TV in the terminal was predicting. My wife was now lying on the bed with her legs hanging over the end wearing just her panties and blouse(she did have a bra on ). I went to the toilet but from the toilet i could see in the mirror on our dressing table my wife on the bed with John stood beside her i started having a wee and made sure John could hear me at the toilet but he didnt know i could see him in the mirror.As i watched i saw John pull Diane's panties down a bit but only a little bit not exposing her shaven labia just her. This one was more like an implosion. Her toes curled. Her calves tightened. Her neck arched. Instead of radiating from her pussy, pleasure erupted everywhere and—like her body—collapsed towards her pussy. In the aftermath, she felt reduced to a sensitive, pulsing clit.Mike looked up at her, smiling. Then she noticed his cock. It was hard again and still a little wet from how the action on the stairs had started, before she'd climbed on top of him."Bedroom," Mike commanded. "Now!" Now! I want to.