He had mentioned he was taking her to a nice restaurant so she had chosen to wear a teal silk dress which was cut perfectly to accentuate her curves. ...er waves were pulled back and swept up into an elegant hairstyle and with the slightest bit of make-up, she looked stunning. At 7 on the dot the door bell rang. Rosalie grinned at his punctuality. Opening the door, she bit her lip nervously when she saw him. He was wearing a smart white shirt that bought out the colour of his eyes, and beige. Her response was to hold my head as she directed my actions back and forth between her two globes; all the while making mewling sounds of contentment. Meanwhile, my fingers had found her mound, and they were teasing her slit and clit until they were slick with her juices. Inserting my middle digit into her tight tunnel, I searched for and found her G-spot, eliciting a groan as her vagina clamped down on my finger. Departing her breasts, I kissed my way down her taut stomach, across her “innie”,. “If you can stay in character that well for the contest, our winner just might be a green Turillian pleasure dancer.”He got out of the truck and hurried over to the passenger door. “I tell you what,” he said. “With that great costume and makeup, I can use you in some clips tomorrow morning on our early show. If you keep in character all night– or at least until I leave after the dance contest ends at midnight– I’ll pay your twenty-five dollar entry fee for the dance contest.”With that he. I’m embarrassed to admit that in thirty-eight years she has never reached orgasm on my cock.Sadly her bottom has always been out of bounds in every way; no touching, no licking and I was not allowed even to think about anal sex.“It’s an exit only,” she would scold if I ever came too close.But despite this apparent lack of interest, Judy could be relied on to perform her duties as a wife and we made love most weeks, occasionally twice as our life together moved on.We bought our first house and.