I get the empty bottle and start to move it towards your wet cunt. "Not the small end" you gasp. I turn the bottle upside down and push the bottom tow...rds you, you let out a soft moan as the base starts to disappear inside you. I am holding the neck of the bottle as I move it in and out of your hole. Looking around, no one is looking. I move the bottle faster and faster, as I feel your juices run down the green glass and onto my hand. Every time I push the bottle in, you bear down harder and. Her panties matched her bra, which of course they did. The bra came off next and she tried to cover her boobs with her left arm while using her right hand to push down her panties. As soon as they were far enough passed her hips to let gravity take over she hastily covered her pussy with her hand. “Put your arms down and let me look at you”, I instructed, “I have to be sure that you are even worth the effort.” She did as she was told and to be honest, she had quite the body. Her tits were very. I was thinking about staying, but my phone rang and I needed to get home. All afternoon I thought of her while mowing my yard and that night after my shower I walked out into the living room where my wife was watching television . I was still wearing my towel and it was obvious of my arousal and she ignored me as the norm. My sexual frustration had been building for over two years as she was sleeping in the middle bedroom and leaving me in the Master due to the way she put it. “You wake up too. You're full of shit."I threw a couple of rounds and gradually lost my hat, necklace, and swim trunks. I stood up and yanked the shorts down. My erection was plainly visible to everyone in the room. Luke, who was still wearing his shirt and one shoe, looked at me."Alright, Greg, here's the bet: You win this hand, you get all of your clothes back, you lose, and whoever wins decides the forfeit." At the end of the round I was winning with a pair of eights. Luke smirked at me and then turned over a.