I told myself I would not bring it up, unless she did. As I was sitting at the kitchen table, I heard “Good morning sweetie.” Cindy walked into th... kitchen just wearing my button down shirt I had worn last night. Her hair was in a mess, like she had gotten royally fucked last night and didn’t fix it, and she had been royally fucked last night. “How do you feel this morning? You had a lot to drink last night.” “Oh, I’m alright, nothing a cup of coffee can’t fix.” Cindy sat down at the table and. Perfect curves, 38C breasts, flat stomach, with a little concentration, Wes could recall much of the aerobic routine that maintained his body in this shape. He didn't know if was controlling this gorgeous body, or if he was just getting absorbed into Wendy.Stacked on the toilet was a pile of clothes. Wes pulled a pair of black tights out of the pile and carefully rolled them up each leg with well-practiced moves. Size B, DKNY tights, Wes knew. Standing flat on the floor, he could feel an. I could feel my nipple respond and harden as the silky material of my bra rubbed it. Moaning into Brad's mouth, I pressed his hand tighter against my boob, and unlocked my fingers from his."Mmmm, that's nice," I whispered after breaking our kiss.Brad smiled and kept his hand moving as we gazed at one another."Brad, why don't you touch me? Why do I have to put your hand on my boobs?"Brad shrugged his shoulders and I pulled his other hand to my breast."I love it when you touch me here," I sighed. She was flat on her back, torso twisting against the sheets while she wrapped her ankles behind my neck as I thrust down over and again.Gabrielle came next to the bed. "Sorry to interrupt. But the reporter for Forbes has been annoying me for the last hour about his interview with Miss Robinson."No answer came for a few seconds besides the normal grunts and moans accompanying our sex."Oooh, don't stop, I'm almost there," Marissa stated."Well then," I said to Gabrielle. "I guess the reporter can.