He could’ve slid his fingers down my stomach, but he didn’t. I stroked his cock again, occasionally sucking on it. Our bodies were now side by sid..., our naked flesh pressing together. His skin so warm.I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to had to have him. I sat up and positioned myself almost on top of him. He didn’t try to stop me.His cock rock hard, pointing up right in front of me, between my legs.We were silent other than our breathing. I stroked his cock inches away from my pussy. I. “Just listen,” Gene said… And then he went on to say, “She looked at me as she fingered her pussy with one hand, and then she took one of her big knocker’s out of her top and played with a nipple just to tease me. Quite honestly, it looked like she wanted to fuck, so I walked over to her.” “That’s what I would have thought too… So then what?” I said as I pumped my cock a little harder. “As I stood above her, I pulled my cock out and began to pump it. Once she saw how big and fat my cock was she. Surrounding me were rails of frocks, ranging frompretty summer dresses to dazzling ballgowns and cocktail dresses, fromtight little Lycra numbers to flowing examples in satins, silks andvelvets, some figure hugging, some flared out by delicate lace andtaffeta underskirting. I saw two rails full of skirts; again, some werelong and flared some short and tight. There were skirts evidently meantfor business wear, tight-fitting, pin striped or plain navy ones. Therewere short, flirty and girlish. Then she also pulled Peter back down on her other side and snuggled between the two of them. As she told me her story, she played with their limp cocks.My sexy wife told that Peter’s wife had left him a couple weeks ago. Both men were contractors and close friends between them. They used to share everything…Ana explained that she had offered some drinks to them. After a while, my sensual wife was still wearing her tiny bikini, which barely covered her boobs and shaven mound. The view had had.