" It was a simple statement of fact."Yes ma'am," I returned with a small salute.She turned and looked at me. "Are you having second thoughts, Harry?" ...o. Don't take me too seriously ... but then ... don't take me for granted."She dropped the towel on the floor and strolled to the bed, her breasts swaying provocatively."Harry ... I would never take you for granted. Not after yesterday and last night. I just assumed, since you were going to be in Monte Carlo, that it would be convenient and. Her head swimming with thoughts of desire, fear, excitement, she knew one thing, she wanted to feel Mary's hand between her legs. Reaching up, she grasped Mary's hand on the side of her face. Slowly moving down ward she parted her legs and pressed against her wanting vagina. Mary's heart nearly stopped, feeling Sam's soft warm lips against her hand. Moving slowly she bent down and kissed Sam's breasts softly. As she sucked Sam's nipple into her mouth, she moved her hand up ward pressing a. You start kissing my stomach, and then teasingly lick at my lips inhaling the scent of me, but not opening me to your tongue… You spread me, and lick at me like a cat laps at milk. Nice and slow. I try thrusting against your mouth, but you wont’ let Me… You want me to lay there and don’t move. Don’t make a sound. I want to scream so badly… I’m shaking so badly. You bend my knees up and spread me wide, so your tongue can eat at me and my juices can run into your mouth. You drink every last drop. Her life revolves around country club memberships, private lessons, horseback riding, exotic vacations, designer clothes. Only the best for my trophy wife. Although Mommy was already a crowned beauty queen, she wanted more, and so I paid for plastic surgery, getting her a set of breasts that are nothing short of spectacular, as well as enhancements to her lips and cheeks. I love Mommys breasts. She does not need a bra, though sometimes she wears one just to accentuate the swell of her melons..