We received the thanks of the fire chief, and, since it was a slow day for emergencies, we hung around to watch the firefighters go around checking to...make sure that the fire was fully extinguished.The fire was just out when the first TV crew showed up, and the Fire Chief asked us to hang around while he gave a short press conference. The Fire Department was always on the watch for chances to get favorable public attention, and we supported that aim, so we agreed to stay.Well, as soon as the TV. It was either the third or fourth time that my horny, slut wife changed her outfit. She wore a black mini-skirt with black, thigh-high hose, and a sheer blouse with a red shelf bra. She really looked the part of a street whore.When I picked her up that time she had several loads of cum on her blouse, and some on her face, plus a very big cream-pie. She really looked like a slut.“Well, it looks like you had a good time at the porn theater, this time, my slut wife,” I began talking as I started. So indeed, even as the rest of my body is in a deep sleep, my nocturnal cock is busy hailing you. Literally, or near abouts, it’s giving you the high-five and even more it’s touting you to reply. Then, if already having a moist puss wasn’t enough to derail your morning, the feel of my stiff prick providing so much resistance complicates matters. By design, you’re prone to want to push against it and stew about it–making it difficult to shy away from that arrogant object. And while you’re giving. ”Vittorio tells Bianca: “I remember the time when your mother taught you of how to become a lesbian.” Bianca smiles: “I remember that. And I loved it!” As Bianca continues drooling and flavoring Vittorio’s penis, Vittorio rubs his hands up and down Bianca’s smooth and feminine bare back and her legs.After Bianca finishes moisturizing Vittorio's penis, she puts it to her breasts and rub it against them. Bianca says thoughtfully: “I wish we had a baby. I want to be a mother!” Vittorio grins:.