"You really should find a good man and get married." Chuck wants to marry me." Chuck's a bore and you know it." Is... Bob coming home soon?" Pam said ...n a small voice.Judy looked suspicious. "No, he's playing poker. Why? Don't you want to talk to me?" It's not that. It's just that... I don't know..." Listen, Pam I think what you need is a good fuck." The brunette grinned crookedly as she gazed at her sister-in-law."Oh, Lord, you never used to talk like that."Judy moved closer, planting a kiss. ..by his dick! Is that OK, husband?" Her husband could hardly talk. She led her hot k** Into the den and set him in her hubby's leather executive chair. She mounted him, grabbed the back of the chair and slid up and down his big dick...and back and forth...up and down then back and forth....at least 50 times. She came again and her pussy juices overflowed onto the chair. She'll have to remember to have her husband lick it clean when he got home. She laid out on her back on husband's desk with. Evidence of her physical exercise showed in muscular development on her arms and shoulders. Her breasts were quite small but with pronounced dark brown areolas. Her navel protruded slightly. Amanda, on the other hand, was more compact. Not fat exactly, but well covered; her tits rounder and fuller; her hips swelling with the promise of ample buttocks behind.They seemed uncomfortable from the first with my survey of them, becoming more restless by the minute as I sat gazing at their bodies. In. She found herself drawn to the patterns on the wine’s surface, lost there. ‘Reading tea leaves again?’ she laughingly questioned herself. She took her time, sipping from her glass, flipping through the t.v. channels but watching nothing in particular, until the sleepiness overtook her. She was tired. It was like a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her, taking with it every ounce of energy she had left. She pushed herself out of the chair, and made her way down the hall and into the bedroom..