Hell, I was all thumbs trying to pull those zippers down. Why didn't they do it for each other? Oh, I guess it must be some type of symbology or somet...ing. Uh, I did that for Evie when we got married the first time, he remembered.Eyeing the bottle of expensive wine in the ice bucket, he almost reached for it. No. You don't drink, you idiot, at least not enough to notice. I know that I'm going to screw up in there, but at least I'll do it sober. What are they doing in there? They're... "Come. " The apparently female Heidipatted the patient's chubby male hand affectionately with her smallone. She smiled and sat gracefully in the chair formerly occupied byAl's mother, crossing her great legs with feminine ease and charm. Themale Heidi saw her husband's eyes stare at her former legs with obviousdesire and admiration.Scott laughed. "For God's sake, Heidi, let the man talk! You've alwaysbeen such a chatterbox! Now, I wouldn't have it any other way mind you,but poor Al is just getting. I have a dildo in my twat so that I can get off from the vibrations from the engine roaring. I climb onto the back and off we go. I whisper in your ear that I am a horny slut who needs to get busy with your cock. I reach down and feel how hard your dick gets when I tell you what I am going to do. You drive us to a nice wooded area and you take out the blanket to make this a little easier on me.We get off the bike and you put me on my knees in front of you. You take out a scarf and put it over. His cock was taunting me, making me so wet and hungry for cock as I just stared at his pulsating dark meat, still shiny and wet from the blowjob I had given him -- wet but unfinished. Wetness was gushing from my pussy and I reached down to rub my clit. “Don’t move!” Jim commanded, “Don’t touch your pussy, you can’t cum yet!” “Oh my god, what is he doing?” I thought to myself. “Don’t move, baby, and don’t say anything,” he said as he retrieved my scanty bra and thong from the foot of the.