My short, pudgy, balding husband was not at home. Looking in the mirror I saw my reflection, I was small, 5'1", 107lbs, long shimmering golden Blondie...hair to my waist.I wore candy apple red lip stick, a slight tinge of blue in my eye shadow that set off my flashing ice blue eyes. The dress was just right, a one piece clingy black affair that boasted a low scoop in front that gave a glimpse of my breast from my push up bra. The long slinky dress ended at my upper thigh, gently caressing my. She then reached across to the bedside drawer opened it and pulled out a bottle of her favorite lube, Gun Oil, and passed it back to Mr. 106."Please be careful," she asked with almost a whimper in her voice.He squirted some on his finger and slowly slid the digit inside her as she continues slowly riding her husband. Within a few minutes he has two digits inside her and they were brushing against her husbands cock so she could feel the outline of the fingers and cock between the membrane of. I knew that if I let her do it much longer it wouldn’t be long before I’d cum. So I got up and gently pushed her back laying her down onto the sofa. I pulled open her blouse, bent over and began sucking on her tits. I took one hand putting it on her knee and slid it up her thighs. I could feel the warmth between her thighs and knew it was even warmer up further. As I was sucking on her tits she was caressing my head with both hands and I noticed she began to push my head downwards. Getting the. " Would you look at that!?" she heard Malcolm's surprised exclamation and joined him to look at the picture Phlox had called up on a PADD. What she saw was a small green Island with a broad beach of impeccably colored white sand. If there would be any environment where Trip could find peace, it was this. The sky was clear and blue and the ocean's water was so clean it was barely visible."It must cost a fortune to run three of those," Malcolm remarked."Little over a year ago Captain Archer.