Now sometimes she begged him to finish.My wife Carol is a real beauty. She is tall ( 5' 10" ) and is a trim one hundred twelve pounds. She is slender ...xcept for her breasts, they are 36ds. Her face is perfect, her skin soft and with out a blemish, she has legs like a Vargas model. She is near perfect. I wish her ass was not quiet as slender but it is a pretty ass anyhow.Amy, Carl's wife was as tall as Carol and she too had large breasts. ( They both wore the same size bra. ) Amy weighed one. “Oh, Ben! Please, fuck me!” I whined. He looked up from between my legs and took one last taste of me. I stared at him lustfully, waiting for his elegant cock to pierce through my dripping flaps and enter me. On his knees, he reached down and tugged at my skirt, I lifted my hips and ass; allowing him to whip the skirt down my legs. The tartan stripes pinged away from around my ankles, my lower body was bare besides my thigh high heels; I felt so desirable and sexy. Naughty. My chest was heaving. She seemed taller....My mind wasgoing a thousand miles an hour. Too much had happened, I did not know howto process it. She was not giving me time either. "I don't know whetherit is that amulet, or just seeing real magic, but I am incredibly horny,"She confessed, breathlessly, pushing her body against mine and moving ustowards the bed. I felt the taste of her lips on mine and swooned a littleat the touch. I was horny too, but also very very concerned. Somethingwas not right.Stacy however,. My parents deserved better than they got for a son. Back to my visitor. I went to the cubicle with the laminated window. It had a number of small holes drilled through it. You could talk and hear your visitor but you couldn’t touch them in any way. I sat down and saw this beautiful young woman. ‘Are you Joseph McVay?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, I’m Joe. Who are you?’ Tears started down her cheeks. ‘I’m your daughter, Marci,’ she cried. I knew right then who it was. It’s been a long time but she looked.