..it all went in with no trouble.The man stood there embedded in my shy wife...his tongue hanging out like an a****l...and he began to fuck her in ern...st like the b**st he was!The sound of fucking filled the shop, his fat, hairy stomach slapping against my wife's full round bottom...his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort...I took a moment to look at his scrotum...huge and heavy and swollen with his vile seed."Ohhhhhhhhhh...floppy titties...nice soft belly...hairy little. , ok??Euh ?ja , mevrouw?Katrien trok haar slipje terug omhoog, liet haar jurkje over haar schouder’s heen glijden en op de grond vallen, aan haar voeten. Langzaam stapte ze uit het jurkje. Zo stond ze nu enkel in haar zwarte laarzen, witte slip en bh voor Caren. Haar jurkje op de grond, met haar voet schoof ze het tussen haar benen, zo goed en kwaad mogelijk op de plek waar ze verwachtte dat haar urine ging terechtkomen.Dan opende ze haar benen wijder en begon te urineren. Eerst werd haar. We all just looked at him for a minute, I think he was unfairly put on the spot right there, so I ended it before it really started."We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, simple as that," I replied.He grabbed my hand and kissed it once right in front of them."We both don't wanna put pressure on the relationship. We've been having sex for about a year now and we like it that way. It works for us, and we can still maintain a good brother/sister relationship while we are together. If he gets. “Sarah, we need to talk.”“Okay, Derek, did I do something wrong?”“Oh no, it is nothing you have done. It is me.” I waited for a response, but she only hugged her knees tighter into her chest.“Sarah, you are a very beautiful young woman. I appreciate everything that you do around here, however, I am going to have to ask you not to walk around in only your panties.”She seemed shocked. I could see a hint of disappointment in her eyes and in her expression. The one thing that I had not wanted to.