Neither of themhad; fucking men always had to lie about their sexual prowess!And he thought he had a pretty good idea why neither of them could everha...e seen or touched the woman's vagina. She didn't have one!This woman wasn't some bimbo accomplice assisting Mike's escape. Thewoman WAS Mike Harris! Mike Harris was dressed as a woman fleeing theclutches of Tony Leonardo with two point seven million dollars of hismoney! You almost had to admire the audacity of it.Steve's dinner arrived and as. She craved the feel of his lips on hers, nothing else around her mattered, for in this moment, they were the only two people in the world. Her heart raced in her chest as he bowed his head to kiss her. Within seconds she could feel his decisive tongue caressing her own, her hands grasping at his hair, passion overcoming her entirely. Her legs began to shake as she slumped against him, his strong arms holding her closer to him, as she closed her eyes, succumbing to the amorous temptation. I walked over to the full-length mirror in our bedroom and posed knowing full well my husband was aroused. As I modeled the heels and panties he sat on the bedroom chair jacking off quickly squirting his cum all over his hands and legs. ‘That’s my hubby,’ I grinned, ‘Wow, twice today my cute little cuckyboi!’ Then dropping to my knees I took him in my mouth sucking him almost dry, swallowing all his fresh cum. I then transferred just a few globs into his mouth reminding him I was the hot wife. Neetu was moaning and stroking my dick hard. I pulled her panty down. The pussy was wet, and I could see the reflections of her pussy juices in that night light. I went between her legs and spread them wide, exposing her wet pussy within no time.I bent down and smelled it first. That was a tempting smell, and I kissed her pussy. The pussy juices touched my lips, and they tasted sweet mixed salt. I placed my tongue on it and started licking it slowly. I inserted my tongue into her labials,.