She'll have the memory, but that ain't who she is. Trust me, I know women and I know sluts." This one is a keeper as long as her old man handles his b...siness. In fact, she might had learned a little about her own skills and Homeboy might benefit from that if he handles his business right. If he falls down on the job, she'll start remembering about being turned out by those studs. Then the husband's got problems - that truth that an idle mind is the Devil's playground goes double for a. Standing there completely naked, Jane looked over her body in the mirror. She wanted to make sure that she looked good. She gently ran her hands over her large breasts, down her flat belly and looked at her clean shaved pussy. Jane then picked up her white robe and put it on. The robe really accentuated her curves. “Hey.” Constanza came over to Jane. She was already in her robe, and had also put on the small silk mask that they women wore over their eyes. “Hey Constanza,” Jane smiled as the two. I'd gotten my hands up underneath her top and was feeling her up that way but I was so hot to fuck Cindy that I didn't even get her top up off her tits enough to lick and play with her nipples. When I laid Cindy down on her own bed, I pulled her top off over her head and completely removed her bra. When I got this young mother's bra off, I suddenly realized what I was dealing with -- the new mother of a fairly young baby who was nursing her child. Her nipples were pouty and I could easily tell. She cried out, biting it back in the middle to keep from waking the children. His finger thrust in and out of her as his tongue danced over her clit. Her thighs started twitching and she growled low in her throat, her body jerking stiff as she crested. He grinned, working his way back up her body, treating her breasts once again to gentle nipping and suckling before he located her mouth again, his tongue thrusting in and out of her lips and throat the way his finger had. His knees kept her.