Besides, I’m tired of telling people that it’s not my money. My money I worked for ... and I know where every penny of it is. I might as well have...found this other money lying on the ground. Just because I don’t want it, doesn’t mean that it can’t do something nice for my family, though.”Betty Lou looked at Tommy in consternation and tried again.“But Honey, that money could help you make a better life for yourself. You could find a place of your own, or travel, or even go back to college. .Anand: How dare he spanks her ass like that!He broke out crying and it was time to make him realize what a lousy husband he had been.Me: Well, I guess you didn’t take care of your wife, so she called her former lover to do your job. Stop crying like a baby and enjoy this new kinky adventure.I turned around and began to twerk my ass on my friend’s husband’s face. His cock began to grow hard and so did his interest in having sex with me.Me: Worship my ass! Go on, talk about my big round booty or. I began to look through his collection of t-shirts, finding a slightly faded-red one that looked good. I thought to myself about how much I liked him. I didn’t think I was gay, but just wanted to experiment. So I unzipped my skin-suit and brought it down to just above my hips, showing a little bit of pubic hair, the slim lower-back just before my ass, and my thin sex-v. I sort of held the shirt in my hands, waiting to slowly throw it on as he came back through the door. A few seconds later he. . but I could still feel her jeans as my cock slid past them."And he had my blouse open. Wait a minute," she said, pushing at me until I did a pushup. Her hands flicked to her shirt and undid buttons. Suddenly her bare breasts were on display. She pulled me down again and got me rubbing. "Just like this," she panted."What did you do?" asked Emma, breathlessly. I felt her hand on my ass, helping me rub against Ashley."At first it felt pretty good," said Ashley. "Kind of like it does right now. I.