Wynn rolled and settled his back again the sheeted mattress. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He remembered saying ‘All o... the above’. He waited to see if Marcy remembered as well. She did. Marcy rose and moved her head under the covers to Wynn’s midsection. Wynn felt a tongue lap his shaft, then another. A hand positioned and held it. Lips descended over the top and closed below the crown. A tongue tip probed the slit. The tongue wiped around the knob. The lips. But he grabbed it anyway; 'be prepared,'he chuckled to himself, remembering the Boy Scout motto. He also needed thesmall vibrating egg that they kept in the top drawer of Penny's nightstand,in case of 'emergencies'. Setting the briefcase on the floor in the corner, he reached into a dresserdrawer and pulled out a long soft scarf. Some might wonder why he had a scarfin his sock drawer, but he thought the reason was perfectly obvious: 'for situationslike this.' He laid his treasures on a corner. She is nymphomaniac. Now the ways she looks. First of all, she is a sexy Latina, about 5’3 feet tall, she’s got sexy curves, her humps are just delicious! She’s got long black hair falling beneath her shoulders, big tits with perky hard nipples. My wife is a slut, and she loves dressing like that. She loves wearing slight tops that hardly covered her pooping boobs, very short skirts or shorts, and high heels. The only look at my wife is enough to realize: it’s a slut standing over. I began feeling around for them with my bare foot, expecting to be able to slip it back on under the cover of the tablecloth. He must have felt what I was doing as he tisked in my ear, causing me to freeze in place as I felt his hand slip down the back of my dress, his finger hooking around the flimsy lace thong I had on, ‘I believe the answer is not to find what is missing my dear girl, but to get rid of what is still here…’ His voice trailed off as I felt a sudden jerk, the skin between my.