As the folds guarding her honey pot appeared, I licked and sucked on them until her pussy was completely exposed.“God, yes, it’s been so long, ple...se don’t stop.” Ignoring her plea, I stood, took her hand and led her to the patio. “Get on all fours, near the end of the lounge chair and spread your legs,” I told her, without speaking.When she was in position, I got behind her and pushed the tip of my cock against the opening of her flower. Slowly I pushed the eight inches of man meat into her. 3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL. 4. The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL. 5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS. And... 6. The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF. THE amazing fact is, the higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become. There must be a boat load of people in Washington playing marbles.This one is compliments of J & B:An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of. “I’m listening,”“There’s this one user, I have to admit it’s really strange...” Nadia stalled.Alene looked at her with concern. “Out with it Nadia, what is it?”“Okay, okay. This weirdo spent a ton of time giving each and every one of our episodes a one-star review...” Nadia opened the charts and sure enough, all of the episodes had a one-star review.“Okay, probably has something personal with me. Who is this user, Nadia? Let’s write him a message.” Alene offered.“We can’t Alene,” Nadia said in. I said no. In fact my wife is ignorant of my desire to see her laid by a stranger. I quickly added I am not a gay either. He shook his head in disbelief. He took out a cigarette and lit it. I knew he was numb with confusion. I explained, “look its been my desire to see my wife with another man. I want to see the pleasure on her face, the lust, the wild side of her. I fantasized her being made love by all possible men that had the best chance to lay her. I imagined her going on a bike with her.