He reached the balcony that was part of the spacious apartment suite he had rented.Alycia, his mysterious wife was lounging under the off white canvas...roof that extended from the apartment door to poles on each side of the hip-high balustrade enclosing the balcony.She was wearing a black and red bathing suit like outfit and a wide-brimmed sun hat. To her right a small table with a large glass filled with something pink. Her lissome legs crossed in a very female fashion. She blinked and said.. With all that cunt juice around my hole I lost all control and felt myself pushing my middle finger into it. The muscle was gripping my intruding finger and felt brutal. This I liked and decided to fight back. I pulled it out and quickly smeared more of my juices around my hole and finger and then fed it back in a bit deeper. My orgasm was so powerful that I forced my finger to continue sliding deeper and deeper as I thrust my hips off the bed. Every nerve in me was screaming for me to stop.. I met a younger gal who was in a bad marriage, or so she said. We met in a lounge one evening and hit it off pretty good. We began having sex, even that first night. She ended up divorcing her husband and we ended up getting married a few months after the divorce was final. The marriage was full of sex. As long as I was available for sex and took her places, everything was fine. She had the 'What about me?' complex. I told her I wasn't made of money and we couldn't eat out every night. I had a. Five spanks in each. I'd have loved to have my thighs close, but yours is wedged between mine. And I'm aware I might spoil your pants. It makes me blush. You notice that, but don't ask me anything. I know you know, because you smirk watching me blush. Your one hand holds me down, while the other gets inside the towel to touch me. You tap my ankles with your shoe and I spread my legs wider. Bent over, my ass is so close and yet so far from your front. I feel you, but you don't let us touch. It.