Miles could only watch, mesmerized, as he saw that finger disappear in her love tunnel. That was it. He couldn't hold of any longer. The front of his ...ants tented by his stiffening cock. He looked up in desperation to see Bo Derek smiling down at him.Bo lowered herself to her knees before him and began to unfasten the young actors pants. Miles looked over to John Derek, only to see the older man stroking his own cock as he watched his wife attacking his crotch.He concluded that they wanted to. " Insurance?" Barbara asked "What company? Whose agency?" The company is Mutual of Rockford and the agent is" Roxanne paused and thought for a moment "the agent is Mark Anderson who I believe happens to be your husband." Are you saying my husband has been in this place sampling your "fringe benefits," Barbara said with mounting anger."Do you blame him? After all you're the one who's made a spectacle of her self. It's all documented. I'm surprised you not aware of it. Here let me show. I’d expected them to look like the breasts on those women in the old National Geographic magazines, out in the garage ... empty, sagging bags, that lay flat on the chest, drooping down around the belly button area.They didn’t look like that at all. The first thing I noticed was that she had freckles all over her chest, tons of them. Her breasts did hang down, but I wouldn’t have called it “sagging”. To put it in the same basic description as my mother’s, the fruits that were in the panty hose. Painties rolled down, back arched pointing my ass up in the air and held tightly in place. The other unique feeling was the bulge under my hips where his cock was growing. The swats to my ass resumed, each one eliciting a jerk and a gasping moan from me. The pain was becoming intense. The arousal even more so. After 10 or so more blows he stopped, letting me catch my breath and settle down. I also felt him reach back on the bed and retrieve something, which I was soon to find out was a.