By we I mean Brian and I. He had been a guy that went to the same aerobic kickboxing class I was in, of course taught by Mishy. Brian would joke about...getting with her and he would point out the mountain dew and also the moist spots around her camel toe. I would laugh until I realized he was crude to her and I stopped exercising next to him. Then he stopped showing up so I never had to worry about defending her honor.I look down at her massive tits and can’t believe in a moment I will finally. She hears the rustle of fabric over my bare skin and smells the arousal slick on my cunt lips. She smiles. My husband hooks his finger through her collar, drawing her between my legs but she needs little encouragement: her lips part for my clit and she caresses it with her tongue before digging deep inside me, her probing tongue eagerly lapping at my cunt juice. My husband reclines on the four-poster bed, champagne flute in one hand as he watches us. I lace my fingers through her hair as she. A sudden feeling of helplessness hit her. She looked around the room. She was still in her own bedroom, in the safety of her own house, but she couldn't see her captor. Thinking he would come back soon, she tried to relax but seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours and there she was, naked, bound, and all by herself, or so she thought. Beginning to feel anxious, she began struggling against the ropes holding her in place. Focusing entirely on the ropes trying to get her hands. Scared of the rabbits."She wanted to ask more, but Will cut her off. "We've only got two hours, dear. Let's not worry about people's irrational fear of something as cute as a rabbit. Let's go hit the beach. I wanna see if this island has great shells."The couple walked down the pier and enjoyed the nice clear view to the bottom of the sea. Arriving at the beach, the dark haired suburban wife took off the robe she wore and laid out in her one piece bathing suit. Her portly husband dropped his.