Everyone acquainted with this little vixen appreciated how this self induced scrutiny was morphing into grand theater owning to how her precarious mod...sty was working without the benefit of drapery safety netting and that just one inadvertent finger slip is all it would take to send that bath sheet facade plummeting downward thrusting her precipitous torso into the full light of day. And it was based upon such conjecture of how such a corporeal possibility could achieve substance that this. So I new I had to keep my excitement to my self . but just as I was about to release my arms from around her .she gently grabs my ass and give me a smile with a wink .oh boy here we go the ice has been broken lol so we head back to her place for some reason and I can smell food as if there was a bbq and we head to the back yard and her husband is standing there cooking at the grill .oh shit ummm .I wasn't shure what to think about that but he was pretty cool. came up to me to shake my hand and. She was lying back very relaxed– almost as if she were in a marvelous afterglow– but she was gently circling her clit with the index finger of her right hand. There was no undulation of her abdomen. She didn’t thrash or flail about on the mat. Instead her muscles became tighter... and tighter... and tighter... until suddenly everything exploded in a blinding flash of light.She didn’t realize that she had screamed until Dolores said with a chuckle, “I bet they heard that up at the club house.”. Mike’s cock looked huge. It stood fully erect at probably seven to eight inches in length, glistening with Celine’s juices. Celine held out her hand to my wife and pulled her to the bed, knowing my like of voyeurism, she nodded for me to sit on a sofa in the corner of the room. Celine climbed off the bed and stood beside my wife, she was a good six inches shorter, she stretched to my wife’s face, and taking her head between her small hands, began to deeply kiss, both women’s tongues searching.