She took a couple of steps closer and pushed out her chest to give me a deliciously up close look. Then she reached behind her back, released the hook..., and let the bra fall off her shoulders right into my lap. Her tits were tantalizingly close and her pink, oval nipples visibly hardened. Speaking of hard. "Pretty nice? I can tell by the tent pole in your pants what you're really thinking," Teresa said. She took a step back, slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and let those drop. He was starting to ooze pre-cum out of the tip and down between the split in that fat head. I pulled in the head and sucked hard to draw out as much of the thick liquid as I could. It's salty taste flowed across my tongue renewing my desire to throat his cock as deep as I could get it. He grabbed my head in both hands and thrusted hard into my throat over and over. I thought he was going to explode in my mouth, but instead he pulled out and looked down at me, grabbing my arm to pull me over to. This resulted in her shirt falling off her knees and exposing herself to the warm Jamaican sun. Rascal moved her hand down and rubbed her trimmed hair while moving her hips to give me a full view of her wet pussy. I sat there spellbound by my shy wife boldly exposing herself on the open balcony. Rascal smiled as I had to shift my shorts from my rock hard dick.Knowing that she had my full attention, Rascal moved her fingers over her clit and lips. Her fingers slowly rubbed and played with. ”“You don’t mean that!”“I’m afraid I do, Mark. A woman has needs. Surely you realize this.”I said that I did. I did realize this. And I pleaded with her not to leave me. I loved her, I insisted, and even though my dick was misbehaving I still found her incredibly attractive. I told her that she was the most gorgeous sexy woman on the planet. I told her I could not live without her – which was true. There was also the matter of being taken to the cleaners, financially, although this I did not.