.....SO HE FLICKED IT AGAIN......AGAIN SHE SQUEALD THIS TIME HE GRABBED IT AND PULLED IT LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO PULL IT FROM HER BODY..........HE ROLLE... IT IN HIS THUMB AND FINGER WHILST PULLING IT. "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH" FIONA CAME HARD SHAKING VIOLENTLY ON THE TABLE. VINCE PULLED HIS DICK OUT HER HE PUSSY A TORRENT OF LADY JUICE SPRAYED OUT MORE THAN I'VE EVER SEEN COME FROM FIONA. IT SOAKED THE TABLE AND LEAKED ONTO THE FLOOR. The day I had to go for the wedding, I got dressed in a loose shirt which showed my cleavage, bra, panties and a knee length skirt. The driver had already arrived so I went to greet him. His name was Naresh. He was a man in 30s and had a good figure. As I was loading the luggage in the back of the car, I noticed him staring at my breasts. This excited me. To tease him, I bent a little more exposing more of my cleavage to him. I saw him hungrily staring at it. This made me horny.I went inside. She was much more subdued that yesterday and I could sense that she was beginning to accept her position and role. I sat down at the table and pointed to the chair next to me. Rose came quickly to fill both our cups and she grabbed hers and started gulping it down eagerly. There was toasted home-made bread and jam laid out so I silently picked a couple of slices and began to spread butter on it. Sylvia looked at me quizzically. “Go ahead, eat,” I said suppressing the urge to smile as she. I love those freckles on your cheeks ... they really turn me on so much! So does your brown eye! This is my butt, isn’t it? Your tushy is mine!” I taunted my wife as she screamed my name.“Yes ... yes ... yes ... Hank ... you ... own ... my ass! It’s ... yours ... it’s yours, honey ... I swear!” she vocally surrendered the booty as well as physically.“Yes, I own this bottom ... it belongs to me ... but I love sharing it, too!” I proclaimed.“And I ... own ... your ... ass ... and love to ....