I phoned him and we agreed to meet at a bar minus Monica. He just about fell off his chair when I showed him a photo of Monica again in her sexy linge...ie, he eagerly agreed to get with us although he appeared a little uneasy about it. He never done anything like fucking a married woman let alone with her husbands blessing, I thought it would be hot to see how he would react with my all so attractive wife. Well, although it was fun and he managed to give Monica 2 good orgasms which was more than. But I was a man, damn it, so what the hell were they doing on my chest?Forgetting the gun, my hands scrambled upwards, refusing to believe their touch would find what my eyes already saw. They did though, the flesh I saw proved far too real beneath my fingertips. Soft and yielding, as perfect to touch as to the eye, each squeeze felt within and without. A sensation utterly alien, and yet strangely strangely arousing.“Non, non,” I said in a lifting, Soprano voice.There was something around my. ” With that she turned around and undid her pants and slid her jeans down to reveal her perfect ass . But the best part was that wedged in between those perfectly round cheeks was the sexiest little leopard print thong I had ever seen of hers. She bent down at the waist to push her pants to her ankles and my only reaction was to drop to my knees behind her and bury my face in her panties. They were tight enough that you could see the outline of her pussy mound and I just started licking and. That confirmed her wanting to get laid. And to her credit, she didn't make no pretenses 'bout it either.I'd a thought she'd be heavier as I lifted her up and set her down on the table and then knelt before her lightly furred alter. I said, "To tell you the truth I don't know what misguided self-abnegation meant then or now. I doan think it matters any if we getting serious."She nodded, and shut the tape recorder off. "No need to record everything that's said in here, is there, Mr. Liston?" It's.