They say that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. I believe that you are my wife's," Ron explained."Mr. Morrison, as shocking as this photo is... but it still doesn't explain why your wife and I should be adversaries," She said."Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you and my wife were enemies. This is a picture of the man she is currently fucking, sorry I mean having an affair with," He said correcting himself as he handed her the second photo."Oh my God it's Larry," Carla exclaimed. My husband has seen this before many times, he had moved to behind me to reach over and cup my big breasts and started stimulating my hard jetting out nipples, he knows I love this and whispering in my ear “let it go, let it happen” this just heighted the orgasm and lengthened it as well. You could hear the slopy licking as the liquid was pouring out of me. I was bucking in my chair always a good thing we are strapped in as we would be pulling away from the pleasure, I had to endure and ride. I want you to know what happened and that I'm responsible for his pain. I am not apologizing for my actions because I would do it all over again. You see, Chris, I found him alone in my house with my wife. She said that nothing happened, but they were holding hands and looking all starry-eyed when I walked in. I punched Bill in the face in and then threw his ass out on my driveway. He made a three-point landing and will take a while to heal. I'm not his boss, so I cannot fire him, but rest. " "They're really perfect. Perfect." Then, she pulled her panties down and kicked them aside. Oh, wow. She could be a model in Playboy. Her pussy was bare, there was no hair around it like with Mrs. O'Keefe. It was perfectly split in half, nice, rounded, it looked ripe like a peach. She stood there for me to see. "Here I come, Russell," she said as she crawled up on the bed and lay down beside me. "Touch me, Russell, touch me all over. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me." Her.