She placed the unopened packages on her bed and went to the on-suite to take a shower. Wendy took her time enjoying the way the water played over her ...ipe breasts, the silky smoothness of a new shower gel she was using. Her hands glided easily over her frame, as did the razor. Nothing really for it to remove but that was always the way, her routine was no fuss, she rarely missed a day. Since there were gifts Wendy spent a little extra time styling her hair, plenty of hair product, almost like. “You didn’t. You are so bad. I can just imagine the look on his face.”“Yeah, he was probably afraid I would attack him.”She laughs, “I wonder what he thought when you told him to call me.”After a sandwich, Mike cuts the grass. He’s already sweating. Mid-afternoon in August is not the best time to be out in the yard. He sees his neighbor Pete, a retired marine gunnery sergeant in his early sixties. He’s a couple of inches shorter than Mike, around five-seven. He has grizzled features with short. Then I wiped myleaking cock on his hair and cheeks and realized Ineeded to go and look after my fainted wife. Guilty asa red-handedly caught thief, I ran back (slightlyslower than when I ran out) to the Jacuzzi.The doctor was in. A man in his sixties, he looked likehe had just woken up – his hair was all muffled, hisclothes were crumpled and his long hard cock was insidemy wife’s mouth – perhaps testing whether she couldbreathe or not. I am sure she could breathe because. His lips trailed up to my mouth and he kissed me long and hard. His tongue forcing my lips open, making wetness drip down my leg. I was wearing a skirt for a reason; I hoped this was going to happen. We walked over to a tree next to the river. He pinned himself to me thrusting his hips against mine. His pants were still on, they wouldn’t be for long. There was a bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger as his hands trailed up and down my back. His nails scratched my back. I wasn’t wearing.