Condition." Yeah...so?" he replied. "Nothing really matters anyway, anymore." Well, from what I've read there are a few things you can do to help your...elf. You do want to help yourself, don't you Tommy?" she asked. "From what I've read, and for the next couple of weeks while you're here off on break, you need to, well, you really should stop wearing any underwear underneath. Is that OK? Are you willing to do that to help yourself Tommy? You need to wear loose sweatpants, or you could even walk. I see one tit staring at me, the curve of her naked hips so sensual. Broken and torn apart. My dick hardens. I go to her bags. God she just has so much shit. I dig through her stuff, finding a few pairs of sturdy jeans. Everything she owns is expensive. Designer clothes. I test their sturdiness and then start tying a pant leg of one of them to one of her ankles. Then the other pair to her other ankle. I leave a pant leg free on each of them, hanging loosely, and then grab one and lift her by it. She turned her back to him and again bent over placing her hands on her knees , with out either one of them speaking he took her by the hips and started pushing his cock into her. A sigh came from her as he began forcing his thick shaft into her. Once he hit bottom he released his grip on her and she stood upright. He moved his hands to her waist and started kissing her neck. I can't begin to describe how sexy that was watching my wife being fucked like that. She rotated her hips as he worked. ‘Red or white?’‘White please and not too dry.’I leaned down to kiss her and told her I’d be back soon. I took Aggie for a short walk before taking her back to my cottage and selected a Pouilly Fume, an excellent Sauvignon Blanc based Loire wine.When I got back Donna was relaxing on her sofa, and much to my surprise had changed and was wrapped in a big woollen dressing gown. On the coffee table before her were two glasses and a corkscrew. Although much of the world’s wine producers, especially.