‘I am… changing.’ She reached a hand out to touch his cheek. He felt a cool breeze move down his jaw to his chin and a tingling down his spine. ...er voice was stronger. Mhari blurred as he watched her, sprang back in to focus clothed in a blouse, bodice, skirt and slippers. She held her arms up to inspect them, seemed pleased with herself. ‘It’s good to be wearing something different for a change,’ she said, brushing an imaginary crease from her skirt. She looked to Donal’ for approval. ‘It’s. She stood and offered me a hand up so that she could pull me into an embrace as I rose from the bed.The wet spot wasn’t that big, but we still stripped the sheets from the bed and carried them down to the laundry room and got them washing. Then it was time for us to get clean.Showering with Katie is almost as nice as making love to her. Slick soap, smooth skin, warm water ... I couldn’t tell you whether it’s better to be the one washing or the one being washed, except when Katie decides my dick. Driving with this distracted was difficult, but luckily for his passengers, the exit for the reception venue was coming up ahead.He pulled the car next to the restaurant, and watched as his wife, Kath, wearing a tight green skirt and cream blouse, and his mother in law's black satin covered ass got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. He let out an erotically charged sigh and shaking his head a little, he pulled away in search of a parking spot.The parking lot was so full of cars that. “Ooh! Twenty one, sir. Thank you, sir.” SWAK! Again, a lighter touch. “Ooh! Twenty two, sir. Thank you, sir.” SWAK! This was working out much better. “Aah! Twenty three, sir. Thank you, sir.” Once again, I stopped upon reaching the decade mark of thirty. Examining her rear once more, I noticed that despite the lesser force, my belt had done a number on her flesh. I decided that maybe it was time to spare the rod. “Do you have any hand lotion in your bag?” “Yes, sir; why do you ask?” “I think.