"Which is a loveable slut with a heart of gold; now if you could finish the job of stripping my husband I'll position you on the couch, Vikki you can ...ell Bill and I when would be good time for the two of us to get together with you and Justin, and Bill, you can tell Vikki and I all about your trip to Sydney."Bill was momentarily stunned, "You mean that you want me to tell you my Sydney adventures in front of Vikki?"His wife could only laugh. "After Sunday when I told Justin my family history. As I went inside I was shocked to see my mom as she not worn any bra or panties underneath.and just inside and grabbed my mom from the back and hugged her.And started pressing her boobs she don’t said anything and I got green signal and started pressing them hardly she just started moaning saying ahh…..ahh….my God ashok don’t stop it…..press them hard…..mmmm….mmm…ashok…my baby…and I turned and my side and started kissing her and pressing her boobs at the same time and got hold of my dick and. "It's not a matter of how much your clothes cost, it's that you want to dress and look nice for your husband. One of your jobs is to look good for your husband - to care about how he sees you. You are a reflection of him and you should always strive to be attractive and sexy. Think of it like this - your dress and appearance should make every other woman in the room hate you, and make every other man envious of him!" I said."Well, he has never said anything about the way I dress," she said."I. I remember it well. I was home sick from school that day we first had sex. He had come home early, another suspension. He saw me laying on the couch, my undersized nightshirt hiked up well past my hips and exposing my soft, smooth, hairless pussy. He moved over to me silently, despite the fact I already knew he was there. Without a word, his heavy hand landed on my mound, finger slipping between my moist pussy lips to play with my clit and get me even wetter than I already was. I moaned, of.