I knew she wanted to flirt with some of those guys…I told her I would go to the bar. When I got back, I found Ana had made a new friend: a very hand...ome young blond guy.She noticed me out of the corner of her eye and winked at me. I sipped my drink at a table while watching her get down on the dance floor with this guy. She was grinding hard against his crotch and I could see the bulge inside his tight jeans from far away.His hands were all over Ana’s butt and then I saw him exploring her wet,. As they used to say on the old TV series, Dragnet, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These events took place in the early 1970s. It all started on an unseasonably hot Saturday morning in June at the Houston Flea Market. I traveled to Houston from Long Beach, California to attend a technical writer's conference at the University of Texas but stayed to check out the Houston Flea Market. The conference leader, an avid amateur photographer, told me that I could pick up pro. About this time, the wife emerged from the bathroom. She had changed from her jeans and blouse into a pink nightie with white thigh highs. The nightie was barely holding in her ample breasts. She reached out for her husband. She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I followed and took a spot leaning on the dresser that was facing the bed. She began stripping her husband naked. Once she had all of his clothes off they began kissing each other deeply. I was really enjoying this. She released her orgasms in my mouth . Now we are on the ground uncovered .
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