A quick kiss is the most I can expect from you.”“Are you sulking like a little boy?” demanded Donna. “All you think about is sex. You never co...sider how I feel. Women like to be wined and dined. Your wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am, just doesn’t cut it. I need to be in the mood.”I see,” replied Roy sarcastically. “Let me know when you’re in the mood, and if my mood matches yours, we’ll fuck like bunnies.”“Not with that attitude,” snarled Donna. “It’ll be a long time before you get any. I don’t have. "Let me see."This time she looked at him in shock and said, "NO!" You're not wearing any, are you?" Roy, enough is enough. You're embarrassing me." We're not going anywhere until you show me panties."Flustered and upset, Connie said, "Roy, we have kids in the car. Honestly, do you think I would go out without panties?" Yesterday, no; today, yes. The kids have seen you in your underwear, now show me."Connie countered, "They haven't seen me in underwear since they were toddlers, and you know it.". The three of us sat on the dock and laughed convulsively.We finally unloaded the skiff and stowed the oil and spare parts on thedeadrise. As we made our way back to my house our spouses returned fromshopping. I had a bit of a shock looking at myself as I wore my wife'sbody. Martina wrapped my(her) arms around her(my) body and hugged mewhile kissing me with a passion she seldom showed. I felt the tee shirtrise up and her(my) hand caress my(her) buttocks. I squirmed as she(he)made the tender. At first, I can handle the surprise entry, but it wasn’t long before it was too much, and I began gagging with each push. I braced myself, chocolate-colored hands pressed against his athletic, milk-white thighs, spit beginning to overflow from my mouth as his hardness continued its assault on my throat. Before long, he’s building up a steady pace.I tap his thigh as even more distinctive gagging noises make their way from my increasingly full and blocked throat. My hands begin to dig into his.