Releasing him from her grasp at last, he looked down at himself to see a shocked face imprinted on his shirt. The globes of her breasts and hollow of ...er navel had left two large eyes and a mouth tattooed in aqua upon him. Looking back at her he was enthralled to see her cold nipples erect under her clinging top, the canyon of her cleavage exaggerated by the wet material plastered upon it. “Come, you can dry off, while I shower and get out of this mess” she said, leading him by the hand back. That is if they are wearing any panties. My wife is well aware of why I wanted that car. My wife has the grocery getter car, while my car is just cool. I love to take my wife places in my car because she always spreads her legs much more than is really necessary. It is her way of thanking me for everything that I do for her. My wife is thirty-six years old and still a fox. She can turn heads without even trying. We have two teenage daughters, Stacey is our fourteen-year-old and Elaine is our. I loved that I could push my limits of exhibitionism with him in a safe and mutually enjoyable experience.When we entered the Paris Suite it was obvious that Jacque had made sure the atmosphere was sensual and just right. The lights were dimmed and there was an unmistaken aroma of candlelight. As we walked through the doors into the hall we were greeted by Michel, the concierge. “Bonsoir Monsieur et Madame. J'espère que tout est comme prévu?”“Thank you, Michel,” replied Jacque. “Is the bar. This time, there was a man pointing a gun at us. I wasted no time in blasting him into the next world with a shot that caught him in the belly with most, if not all, of the buckshot. His pistol went flying one way, and his upper body went another. His hips and legs just fell where he had been standing. Well, that was one thug that was not going to trouble us again. Fortunately, we had remembered to don our special ear protection because that shotgun blast in the small room might have otherwise.