" She could hear him nod. "I'm staying here, too." He worked at a large server farm on the north side, ironically only a few blocks from the North Sat...llite Office. "We have an Asian market next door, so we can get food." Promise me you won't tell me what you ate. I don't want to know!"He laughed. "Promise. There are some things we're better off not knowing." Okay, I just saw the forecast. This should lighten up in another day or so." She saw someone dashing across the street into a restaurant.. The uniquely feminine attire accentuated the shape of a woman’s legs and the flair of her hips. The combination had become, over the years, a veritable hallmark of feminine sexual allure. Violett wore them because they allowed a lover easy access to her sensual core and they advertised her sensuous motives.However, her dress was made of a light, clinging fabric that would betray even the slightest crease of any undergarment so she chose to wear none. She checked herself in the mirror one last. ” I liked watching—it was so hot—but Melody, my sister-wife, was the exhibitionist.“We can practice now,” Clint said, his dick still hard. “You could bend over and clean up that naughty Mommy-slut’s cunt. She’s been bad. She made a mess in her twat.”“So bad,” whimpered my mother-in-law. “Mistress, I made a mess in my cunt. Will you clean me out?”My mouth watered.I grabbed Cheryl’s thighs. I leaned over, and my mother-in-law’s spicy musk filled my nose. A hint of salty cum seasoned it. That. I wanted his touch, but I didn’t want Joe to hear. I spread my legs wider and felt my dress ride up to my hips as I felt Al’s fingers slide through my wetness getting slippery with my juices. And our kisses were loud and smacking and sucking as we slurped on each other’s lips and tongues.I felt Al’s middle finger, his thick black middle finger slide through my labia and sink deep into my vagina, and I groaned my delight.Al whispered, “What am I doing to you Kathy?”I eyed the phone right there.