She opened her short skirt and let it fall down to her ankles.I was not surprised to find out that my naughty sexy wife was not wearing any panties at...all. Her shaven mound looked glistening.The carpenter knelt down in front of Ana and he started licking her sweet belly, as his hands rubbed the crack of her ass.He finally buried his tongue up Ana’s crotch and she gasped loudly.I knew my wife would come very soon in his tongue and I was right. After just a minute licking, she screamed loud and. I’m not sure what it says about our country and our times, but some guys would say we were asking for it. Two babes, top down, hair blowing in the wind. Like some guys say a girl was just begging to be raped because of the way she dressed.I sighed too. And moved my .38 to the top of my bag.To Vanessa’s credit, immense credit, she didn’t panic, didn’t ask if we were in trouble. Just said, “What should we do?”I was leaning down and a little slantways watching through the passenger-side mirror. I. "You okay with that, Rob," he said. "I'm not into busting up relationships. But if you’re okay . . ." "Yeah sure," I said. I wasn't, and my stomach was roiling. But, what else could I say. I knew what we'd come for, and Christopher Amundsen was it. Back at the house, they'd disrobed and, naked, were feeling each other up on the couch. I'd been detailed to make the martinis for us all. Done, I was ready to serve them, but decided to wait just inside the kitchen's doorway and listen to what. " She grinned at me. "They're real. honest. Want to feel?" She grinned at me, knowing she was teasing and enjoying it."Not here. We might get in trouble." I said as my cock jumped and squirmed."I can't wear a bra under this, and the wool or whatever it is, it scratches my tits something awful." She wiggled and her boobs jiggled.I nodded and admired. They were high and the aroused nipples were evident, poking out and pointing slightly away from each other. "How come you can't wear a bra?" I.