Your first taste is of my lips, your tongue dipping, savoring, delving deep. For an endless time you take from me, demanding, your lips possessing me ...ully, charged with your power and virility, you overwhelm me. I submit for the moment. The wild dances in my veins, still, almost obliterating the sinuous sneak of self-doubt. A metallic click and slither. Your hand under one thigh. Opening me. Fear. I glance quickly into your eyes, afraid of the fire blazing from them, vulnerable. Again, shame. “Her husband likes it for some reason.”“It’s funny,” he said.“I don’t think that’s why,” she told him quietly. “I think he thinks it expresses her ... absences. She’s a little crazy and ... spacy,” she giggled.“So he found it symbolic.”“I didn’t think so at first. Just a silly idea coming out of being pissed off. But I’ve come to agree with him.”“So you painted here?”She nodded. “After dance class. With another student who’s a talented pianist. We ... Sometimes Claire and I would sleep over.. It is already fully loaded."She laughed, "This one is maybe too hot?" Nice pun," I pointed out as she disappeared again.She took longer this time and called out, "I need beige pantyhose, baby." Ok," I replied, just as a saleswoman, in her early twenties, finally came over.She offered, "I will get some for you, sir." Thanks," I replied and she quickly left and just as quickly returned. She went to the change room area and handed them to my wife. They both were in there a couple of minutes, just. She was sitting with her legs crisis crossed. I was able to see her hairy hot pussy. My cock already had precum on it. After having the breakfast she took the plates to wash and then she came in once again as she had forgotten to take her glass for washing. She bent down to take glass but in a different manner. She was facing the opposite side to me with her ass towards me. When she bent down the towel lifted up and showed me her ass clearly and her wet pussy. She bent for a little long time.