Misha grew confused as to why she had felt that way, back then. She sat still on the sofa, just looking at the most amazing man ever. Why ever had she...said and done those things?"He's a good-for-nothing, worthless turd! He sits pottering with that garden or in that hut with his gizmos... he can never get anything to work right, anyway." Sorry, Linda. I'm late."That had been a lie. Misha was always early; it was in her top five rules for success. She was happy to get away from Linda and. She truly had the golden body of a goddess. Next she slipped off her thong giving me a glimpse of her 15 year old pussy. It had no hair on it, either because she couldn’t grow any yet or because she shaved. Next she made her way to the door, opened it about half way and threw clothes across the hallway into the hamper. Then she scampered across the bathroom and into the shower. Our shower has a fuzzy glass door so I could see her but not as clearly as I wanted to. I got up and went to the. As usual, she had the girl panting in erotic desperation in less than five minutes and she was forced to spank her juicy buttocks to get her to settle down and take her medicine. Now that she was past the swollen belly bloat of child-bearing, Marie was agile in her movements and pounded the young girl's tender flesh in all manners of positions that seemed both indelicate and downright bawdy.Marie knew she was somewhat obsessed with the beautiful girl. The fact that she was the wife of her. I then returned to the bar and ordered another drink. Placing my hand in my pocket I found what she had put there, it was her panties.Now I realized that here was my wife, sitting with two strangers and now had no panties on, wow what a turn on. In my mind I could see those strange hands finding their mark, playing with the little tuft of hair that she kept trimmed in the shape of a heart and then on to find the wet confines of her pussy.After finishing my drink I made another trip around the.