To the face was attached a firm set of buns, just the right size for my palms.The breasts were pointy and firm, not more than a size 30…just the siz... of my palm. Her hairless arms, delicate fingers and taut stomach made my imagination go wild. Her loose white cotton shirt was tucked into her khaki jeans. Her boyish buns were just delicious. I came up close and stood by her side as the bus lurched forward. The crush of passengers had the effect I was looking for. My semi stiff crotch brushed. ’ ‘Eighty-eight?’ Charlie asked. ‘You’ve read my diaries?’ Vikki whispered. Reggie looked like he’d suffered a heart attack. I turned to leave the room. Hardly recovered Charlie still was able to ask, ‘But what about the girls…your daughters?’ ‘Oh I guess we’ll just have to call their real father to the stand won’t we counselor. Shouldn’t it be up to him to support them?’ ‘But you’re their father,’ Charlie insisted. ‘Not according to the DNA lab at Columbia,’ I answered. ‘Then who is?’ he asked. I took her phone out of her purse and hoped to see if there were any clues there. I looked in her recent photos and noticed that there were some videos that had been recorded that same night. With a shaking hand I opened one of the videos. My sexy wife was fully naked on her hands and knees sucking a guy’s cock while another one was fucking her from behind. The video went on for about half an hour, with her phone being passed around. Ana cried in pleasure every time a guy pumped her and she was. My fingers grasp her thigh. Her legs fall open, and in the mirror I can see the red lace of her panties, her brown bush clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric. And I can see our cabbies face, glancing as often as he dares, while we move through the city streets. Let him watch. Let him take his eyeful. I want my mouthful. I cup Jackie’s head and turn it too me. Her lips are red, and moist, and parted in anticipation. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and hungrily mauls it. I can feel her.