I thought this was a bit weird but I ignored it. He soon stopped.The next time I stayed over the same thing happened again and again I ignored it and ...e stopped, seeming embarrassed.Then months later we arranged to get drunk and camp out in his garden. It was a cold night and we made sure we pack lots of quilts and pillows in so we were nice and warm. We had lots to drink and then started talking about sex again. I noticed that he was rubbing himself, I tried to ignore it but I couldn't ignore. I tried not to stare, but as I got close, he noticed my eyes. Embarrassed, I looked away and got back onto my towel. We lay there for awhile, and I kept stealing glances. His bulge was not going down and I couldn't help but look at him , when I thought he wasn't aware. I began to get hard in my thong, which didn't leave much to the imagination in the first place. I tried to stop myself from looking, but I got busted once again, and this time I had a bulge of my own, that James. My party wasset for Saturday at the Doubletree Hotel in Atlanta.Nat would be there and he invited two other friendsfrom the Atlanta area. On Saturday I took a long bath, shaved my pussy andthen picked my outfit. Nat again wanted me in my retrooutfit which was an open bottom girdle, seamedstockings, and the cone bra with the tip cut off toexpose my areola and nipples and finally my best 6″“fuck me shoes”. I put on my coat and was ready to go. My husband was very anxious to see. ( Put it inside) I can’t wait. She cried. Sensing no fun in wasting time he removed his fingers and put his cock-head on the hole. The hole was small and he had to get her guidance to slip it inside. He could go hardly an inch when he felt the tightness of the pussy. This was making her mad and he did not wanted to hurt her. So he started very slowly to push it forward. A loud moan escaped her when the knob entered it completely. He still tried hard and pushed forward. In next 5 minutes he was.