.. well... what's not to like about tits? Still, what with Sandra's prodding and pushing, I eventually found myself pushed lower, down past her belly ...utton and over the soft, rounded slope of her belly."Tell me what you want," I said. Sandra blushed as I paused, my mouth only inches away from her already overheated pussy."You know," she said. I shook my head. Consider this your punishment, I thought. I know Sandra likes, in certain circumstances, to be dominated, but this time wouldn't be one. He stopped after opening two buttons. He said, “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch me while I remove your cloths. Got me”. Then he opened my third button, then next and finally last one and the blouse opened. He removed it. Now I was standing in bra and petticoat in front of him. My marble like white globes was clad in that tight bra. My boobs were shouting at him to set them free. Then he turned me around and opened the hook of my bra and removed it. He caressed it slowly and kissed me. I grunted and shoved the rest in up to my balls. Her ass was tight and hot the way I like it and I stayed still for a moment to let her get used to it. No one said a word as I slowly started moving my cock in and out, her ass was becoming more and more open and she just lay there with her face in the pillow. I began to move a little faster and her ass responded to the fucking becoming wetter allowing me to speed up and really start to pound it.Peter moved over slowly to get a better look and. I should have said something. I should have followed through on my thoughts. Alas I didn’t, so I would have to wait for another opportunity. She spent a lot of the time after we were closed to the public hanging around her old flames. I am ashamed to admit that it got to me and I had to walk away from the group my drink in hand and just be alone for about an hour. When I returned it was dark with only the light of the fire and a few torches to guide us. I was fuming after getting a drink and.