No pics, ever. I’m not pornography, I’m not a thing, I’m a woman, and I’m your wife. That would have killed the evening and the whole rest of ...he week. But tonight, all I felt was a thrill of pride. I shrugged and said, ‘Sure.’ And then—why not?—I lurched forward and planted a fat tongue against his shaft. If I’m porn, I might as well be all-in. ”ike ‘is?’ I’d never seen his eyes so wide. ‘Yeah babe,’ he breathed. ‘Just like that.’ Up came the phone. One digital click and hey-presto: I’m. Just before we returned to the dance floor, I programmed Jeannie's remote vibrator to react to the sound of the music. The first song started and she realized what I had done and her dancing moved from intensely passionate to borderline x-rated with her hands inside her top and under her skirt often. Several of the men in the club joined us as we danced and we both welcomed their hands on our bodies as we all danced together. I was so excited and so hot knowing we would be back in the suite. . and why I did it the way that I did. The Sullivans were key to this ... vital to my grand design. What I was about to do would shock the world.There were about six people in the laundromat already, all of them adults. I had made sure of that first, before initiating my plan. Four of them were men. The other two were women, one of them Bubba’s wife, the other one the wife of one of the patrons. Bubba himself was one of the men, a truly hefty fellow weighing three hundred sixty pounds easy.. ” Gail sat on the sofa chair, spread her legs, and using two fingers she spread her pussy lips. “Like this?” she asked. I took pictures of her pussy, then a few of her clit, as she retracted its little hood with her fingers; her breasts and nipples; sucking and pulling on her nipples; and squeezing her boobs together so her nipples touched. She moved to the bed, got on her elbows and knees, and arched her back, exposing her love canal and ass. “I want pictures of my ass and pussy." She moved.