I was mesmerized as I watched my hand rub into her perfect ass, Alexis actually pushing back at me, lifting her hips. It was tough to do, but I did mo...e my hands from her ass, slowly working my way down to her knees. Did she emit a moan of dissatisfaction as I left her ass, or was it only my imagination? My cock was drooling pre-cum all over my boxer shorts and I could not wait to get inside to jerk off. I quickly rubbed down her shapely legs, vigorously rubbing the lotion in. I thought my cock. Groaning to herself, she opened the adjacent cuboard to find a bag of Mother’s Cookies. It felt about three quarters full. ‘Shit, I’ll take it,’ she said to herself. Michelle walked back to the front door. She pulled the pack out of her pocket and opened it, pulling one out. She stuck it in her mouth as she walked out the door. She lit it up and looked up to yet another unsettling sight that made the cigarette drop from her lips. A pool of blood was slowly spreading in the street, surrounding. Her nipples are erect in my palms. Charles sips his wine as he watches us, "That's it. Warm her up for me. Now show me the rest of your wife's body." I unzip her slacks and pull them off her hips where they fall to her ankles, leaving her in just her panties. "Now the panties. I want to see her pussy." I slide her panties off her hips and they join her slacks at her ankles. She steps out of her clothing and moves closer to the couch to stand in front of Charles. "Is this what you want? Do you. ‘Did you see the way he looked at her?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied with as calm a voice as I could. ‘I did… and I didn’t like it one damn bit.’ ‘This should cinch it for us,’ he continued, ignoring my feelings. ‘She seems to really have snared him, like a fish.’ He laughed, somehow thinking the joke was on me and not realizing that I wasn’t laughing with him. I stood it as long as I could, which was a lot longer than I thought I would. All the while, I was talking to myself as if I were my own friend. It.