I squeezed both lightly. Her boobs were so soft yet tight that I was feeling like holding paneer on my hand. She was giving moans uuuummmmmmmmm….ooo...hhhhhhhhhh ummmmm…sssshhhhhhh…..While I was massaging her boobs she was doing the same to my penis with her leg. Now I moved my hand right hand to her belly bottom while other on her boobs. I un bottomed her shorts and started caressing her vagina over panty. Shhhhhhhhh…..baby……it feeeeels good…….ummmmm……ummmmmm…I was massaging her vagina line. The. She clomped up the stairs in her boots, her long legs towing the length of my gaze. Then they were gone and I returned to the suspended diamond of the eternal moment in Jean-Paul’s narrative. Naomi collected me and led me up the stairs. She was wearing a baby blue laced g-string, a flimsy, sheer baby-blue teddy (braless) and high heels. As we climbed the stairs, I watched her individual buttock cheeks stagger in tow to every high-heeled mounting of the steps, the partially submerged g-string. We didn’t know he had invited over some friends to watch the football game. When I open the door I greet 3 large black men. By the expressions on their faces, I know they see my wife sucking away at our bull’s cock. They walk in and our bull tells his friends my wife’s name. He then looks at me and tells them, “that’s her husband, but you can just call him bitch.” Then he tells me, “get my friends a beer bitch.” I do as I’m told and hand them all a beer. They all says “thanks, bitch” and they. Uhm ... Plans? I think I want to stay here." What do you mean?" Can I see you tomorrow? It's just us girls and ... Would you mind?" It's just the first night we've been separate in months." Really? I guess so. It's just ... I guess I need to be with the girls tonight." I'll miss you." Me too, my love." Are you okay?" Fabulous!" she extended and giggled."Okay." Nothing's changed, my love," she said suddenly serious. "I'll be the same smitten lady in the morning. I promise. I ... I need this.".