I could not take my eyes off her and I did do my share of ogling at her boobs and pointed nipples.The commute was short but I had the pleasure of bein... near her and rubbing against her shoulder.Often when there were sharp turnings, I would voluntarily fall on her so that I somehow touch her. I was surprised to know that she didn’t mind anything.All that I could think of was, ” maybe she liked the 5’10 well-built body of mine”.In no time we reached the destination and she was gone only leaving. All those hot, sexy minxes soaping up our bodies, as the hot water sprays over our boobs. Do we touch each other? Do we help each other by rubbing the soap into our sweaty little bum cracks. What do you think? There’s nothing better than the touch of another girl’s hands your body, squeezing a foaming sponge all down your front. Maybe we do. Maybe our hands stray where they shouldn’t sometimes. We’ve had to put up with all your grunts and groans as you pump iron. All those ripped, toned bodies.. Well a few months ago my wife left the city for the weekend to visit a friend; this left me and my mother in-law alone for 3 days. That Saturday morning I slept in till around 10am, knowing that my mother in- law goes out to a friend’s house every Saturday Moring for coffee and some conversation. I thought I had the house to myself. So I got out of bed naked and walked to the bathroom and left the door open, (cause I thought I was alone) I turned on the shower waited a minute and got in. As I. He knew what she liked and, as he pushed the mammoth device in and out he angled it so that it slid over her throbbing clitoris. Her hips began a rhythmic undulation and she thrilled to the feel of pressure that pervaded her lower body. Her hand covered her mouth as the first electric shocks of her orgasm engulfed her and then she convulsed silently as successive waves of climax washed over her loins.Mike withdrew the dildo from his wife's still pulsating pussy and as soon as he did so she.