"So you're a boob guy, not a leg guy then!"I told her I thought a lot of guys were boob guys. I considered that I took it to another level as I loved ...verything to do with them too. Paula looked up at me and asked what I meant by that. I explained I had an unusual liking for bras too, not wearing them, I added quickly.Paula turned her back on me and I thought I was about to be thrown out and I couldn't blame her if she had, given what I’d just said. She closed the curtains and turned to me,. She wore a top that served only to hold her breasts in place during a workout. It was made of the sturdy shiny material most workout outfits are made of these days. It tied like a halter swimsuit top did, however, it provided more support for physical activity. It did show substantial cleavage and Suzy was a knockout in it. Her shorts were made of the same material and just barely managed to cover her bottom.They talked while sipping wine. The man towered over my wife at least a foot. Suzy. As l drank the cup of tea my thoughts were on the thick bush of hair between her legs covered with my sticky spunk, Lyn startled me when she asked if l was alright as l seemed miles away, l smiled then finished my breakfast and set off for work.That evening was very much the same as the night before, Lyn would have a bath then settle down with a few whisky’s and by 9pm she was sleeping, but this time l opened her gown and took out my cock then slid the foreskin over the head which glistened due. I told her to lick me clean as I motioned to Brock to fuck her. He climber up on the bed and she knew what was coming and tensed up. She still was not convinced this is what she wanted. He put just the head in her and asked her if she wanted more. She surprised me when she said yes.He slowly fed the rest of his cock into her and she was involuntarily moaning. Soon he realized she was very fuckable and really picked up the pace. She was really starting to feel it now, she couldn’t help herself..