And that preciously shaped pussy hair was the veritable icing on the cupcake. I was not so much to look at. I came in at only 150 pounds. I had not a ...peck of fat. I had short brown hair and a lively smile. I was quick witted and knowledgeable in several subjects. Not to brag, but I could hold my own in conversation with virtually anyone. And I did not take any crud from any man alive. We had continued to pursue our own way in the sexual field. We made love almost every day in some fashion. I. When I was going In the bathroom with her cup of tea, I could see strange markings on her body.I then ask her wer this markings come from.Then I got the surprise of my life, my wife’s sister forgot that she has a meeting with some older men this day.but on the train to the southern parts of Sweden this week is not easy to solve.She had to solve this problem during her trip and decided to call her sister (my wife).my wife then started to tell a story about this day.and for the first time I. "You guys are just terrible," she said softly."Did you really wear your pink g-string bikini?" I asked."Yes ... at least for a little while."The challenge was clear in her sparkling eyes."When did you take it off?" I asked, throwing it back to her."When it was time to begin some serious flirting. David wanted to watch me flirt."Dave tensed at that."It's okay, sweetie. Relax," she said, returning his hands to her bare breasts.Naked, surrounded by four lusting guys, Summer was telling the biggest. “Oh, when I say that he never learned the truth, I meant except for the very end. His last, few dying breaths, his last moments of life, I appeared to him and whispered in his ear that he had been intimate with a goddess. He was really shocked by this development, especially when I climbed on board his cock and rode him for the last little fuck of his life. I’m afraid that I finished him off, but I knew that he wanted to go that way, right after cumming, so I ensured that he did so. Sure.