(What have I done?)My wife hands me a purse and we walk out the door. AsI walk I realize how light the dress feels and how the billowy above theknee s...irt catches the breeze with every step I take, we go to breakfastwhere I'm given fruit, tea and juice while my wife eats eggs bacon andcoffee.After breakfast we're off again this time to art galleries some smallstores and a street fare, all I can think about is making sure the nextbreeze doesn't lift my skirt up. So far no one has seemed to read. The thick pee slit was filled with thick, precum. She kissed it lovingly, vacuuming half of it into her mouth and lapping up his tasty, stringy precum. Then she snaked her hot, moist tongue around it and and teased the engorged, sensitive head so good she made his cock leap. Dez was in heaven as the woman he had loved more than any other women vacuumed his big, fat black cock into her mouth and swirled it around, sucking it like she was sucking the meat off a chicken bone and groaning with. The mirror seemed to be strategically placed just for this purpose, and I suddenly realized what Mrs. K’s note meant. I looked at the clock on my wall; it was exactly 10:28, and I remembered the words in the note: “don’t miss it”.At first I was totally freaked out that Mrs. K had apparently known that I’d been watching her. How did she know? Then I was even more freaked out by the words she spoke as she handed me the note: “Just for you, Bill”. What could she possibly have meant by that?Then,. Lydia felt Paul's hand slide up her abdomen to gently squeeze and fondle a breast through her robe.Her son was acting the part of an idiot, of a pathetic, needy loser, and that little hussy had just traipsed her ass in here like she was some elegant, expensive treat that could shake her tail and get anything she asked for!But Lydia's breast was feeling warm and soft and tingly where Paul was petting her, and she slid her hips forward on the couch.Lydia's breathing deepened as her nipple and.