He couldn’t help his roving eyes from taking in her gorgeous body, which was clad in the finest silk evening gown. And there it was; a genuine, dirt..., gorgeous smile. StarterElisabeth Brimley hated being dragged along to her husband, David’s, work Christmas events. It was just another one of those occasions when she had to plaster on a fake smile and pretend like they were the perfect couple. If only she’d taken her father’s advice, instead of reacting in an adolescent rebellion and marrying a. “Honestly I don’t know”, I replied, “I guess that depends on Latisha.”Dave asked how she was doing and I explained that she was sleeping. We finished our smokes and went back inside. I signaled for my friends to be quiet and walked up to where Mike was sleeping. I punched him in the arms and announced urgently, “Mike, get the fuck up, my wife is home!”We all laughed as he shot up off of the couch and nearly fell onto his face trying to get his pants back on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he swore as he. I looked up at him timidly, letting him rub his cock against my face, until he finally let me unzip his pants, unfasten his belt, help him take off his shoes and socks, and pull down his slacks and underwear.“Gawd, your cock is big!” I gasped as it popped free. I gripped it in my hand and could barely wrap my fingers around his fat shaft. I stoked it and drew out more precum that I leaned forward to catch with the tip of my tongue. “Mmmmmm… delicious! I love your cock. May I suck it?” I asked. He reached under the edge of the table again to twist another dial and another mechanism (similar to the one under her chest but smaller and centered directly under her pubis) started to provide its subtle stimulation directly to her pubic mound.Moving to Trey's left knee, Robbie again began the slow, deliberate massage, moving upward and pushing that side of her robe up as he went. He watched as she was now beginning to rhythmically grind her pelvis down into the padded table, trying to.