She is about 5 foot 7 inches and has some of the smoothest skin I have ever seen. She sits with her legs crossed hands on her knees in short shorts an... a t shirt that isn’t exposing the cleavage of her C breasts, but is tight enough you can see their shape perfectly. Her blonde hair sets upon her shoulders and shines in the light from the window and she ever so slightly smiles up at me, her red lipstick making her lips contrast with her eye shadow and bringing out her beauty, though I don’t. His tongue on my nipple sent waves of pleasure through my body. My pussywas being needy so I continued grinding on top of him.I put my hands on his waist. I stuck my index fingers under the elasticband of his swim trunks.He stopped me by putting his hands on top of my hands."Wait," he said breathlessly. "Are you sure? We don't have to do thistonight. We have plenty of time." Still the gentleman," I said into his ear. "That's what i love aboutyou." I don't want to ruin what we have by going too. The thief moaned, pressing her forehead against the law officer’s neck. As the ecstasy built in her body sending pleasure to every nerve, she pushed the battered leather coat to the side and unbuttoned Maggie’s shirt revealing a magnificent creamy cleavage bound in a deep red bustiere. She lifted one breast out of its confinement and kissed the nipple, running her tongue around it, sucking then gently biting it, enjoying the sudden resulting deep thrust of Maggie’s fingers in her cunt. ‘You. .. my wife. Just as quickly, I thought of reading about men who loved to see their wives getting porked by other men... and just as quickly I knew that I found nothing... NOTHING... erotic about what I was watching.Listening to both of the women urging their lovers on with words like "Harder, baby!" and "Yes, honey, fuck me faster... deeper!" indelibly printed on my mind that Kayte and Karen were not being raped. They had consented to this breaking of our wedding vows, both of them.I felt a.