Always a great thing to hear from a beautiful woman. I didn't have the courage to confess my bursting desire to cum on her sexy red painted toes. I si...ply told her that I wanted to carry on fucking with her feet on my shoulders.She gave me a quizzical look, like she was trying to piece something out or like maybe she was working something out. I got a little nervous. Maybe I should have asked for a titjob or something. Before I could dwell on it, the moment passed and she was excited that I was. But finally I convinced her about forgetting all this crazy matter. That man had no interest in women at all; he would never accept to fuck my sexy wife…Ana soon insisted again, by asking me to go with her to a gay bar. We could find there a bisexual man to fuck her; as she wanted…She picked him out barely ten minutes after we got inside the place. He was a handsome guy, in his late thirties, great body in shape.My wife brought him to our table; he introduced himself as Paul and we had a little. She looked up and pressed her hand to her neck. "Are you looking at my pulse?"He smiled. "It looks like you relax and then it starts throbbing again." It keeps flashing on me what we're about to do." She held up her empty wine glass and Ben refilled it. He regarded her empty plate. "Another slice?"She shook her head. "No, thanks. It was very good." You can't be full." I can't eat any more." There's a bit of wine left. Shall we drink it now or save it for the bedroom?" Drink it now," she. It took a little persuasion to get the dog on its side. I had little question but that it would have jumped right up onto my back if I turned to him. Since I don’t like the incessant poking and frustration of several tries before a dog is well seated inside, I prefer my method of getting the dog hard and expose with my hands and mouth prior to being mounted. Despite the appearance of the dog, I put my faith in the anatomy of dogs and the cock being hidden inside the sheath. He may be mangy, but.