John takes me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. He then starts to caress my chest and body before I pull away, smiling.T: If you are goin... to do that, you may as well soap me up baby.J: Okay baby. He starts to rub my entire body with my strawberry body wash before slowly stroking my sopping wet pussy and tracing a finger around my clit. John slides one of his big fingers inside me and probes until I start bucking against his hand. After he rinses the soap from my pussy, John gets. “I dunno,” I said. “I just really like her body.” “What about her body, exactly?” Tara prodded.“Well, she has a chest that seems very natural, and her, uh…vagina, is uh…well, seems very inviting and soft.”Tara looked back at me and smiled. “It’s okay – you can call it whatever you want – pussy, twat, vag, cunt…you don’t have to be anatomically correct! So what do you think about when you watch her and play with yourself?”I felt a little more comfortable hearing those words come out of Tara’s. As they talked and she had a couple more drinks her she summoned up her courage and asked him back to her hotel room for a quickie. He soon served his purpose, and she came hard on his big black dick. When Lisa left Atlanta a couple days later, she thought she'd never talk to him again. But strangely enough, after she went home from her trip, he had occasion to call her at work. After exchanging phone numbers, the two of them became phone friends and got to know each other on a different,. His fingers now straightway came to front-hooks of the blouse of my standing wife, and he opened the hooks, one by one, before me, and peeled the unhooked blouse off her bosom. Instantly his eyes sparkled with lust, so were those of his young assistant, as my wife’s bra-hidden firm breasts jutted out.Old-manpalms now closed upon Sudeshna’s bra-cups, and slowly he started cupping them. My wife’d closed her eyes, and she bit her nether lip in her teeth, overtaken by sexual excitement. Moments.