.my fingers splaying, and my palm moving to allow the knotted nipple slide tightly between, and then be lightly squeezed between two open fingers, mov...ng in opposing scissoring action – this can never become tiresome or less than mind-dazzlingly, overwhelmingly non-stop pleasurable. And then to multiply it by whatever it is in me that is so entranced by watching us in the mirror, your head back against my chest, your hands behind us, where I can only feel how you are massaging my ass, pulling. She moaned and threw her back while I sat still in her ass.After a moment’s pause for her ass to relax around my dick I began to push into her. At first she let out moans of pleasure and surprise. She told me how full she felt and how tight it all was inside of her. She told me how she felt the cock head pressing deep inside of her, at the door step of her rectum, a pleasure which I knew all too well from my sessions with my own toys. I gave pause again for her rectum to get used to the. I motioned him closer and I held her bathing suit bottoms open for him to get a good look. He leaned forward until his face was about 6 inches from my wife’s pussy. I was afraid he was going to touch her and ruin the whole thing. Then he sat back and I replaced her bathing suit bottom. He turned around and headed back for the water. I decided to join him for the same reason. We stayed out for a while. I could tell he was jacking of in the ocean, but to the regular person walking by he looked as. While the embarrassment of her walking out of my son's bedroom in this pre-dawn hour as I stood naked, waiting for the shower, built into that laundry room, to warm swirled around us, I recalled that she had stooped by while I ate dinner last night, asking my son to look at her car. They had vanished for coffee, and I had given her no further thought. Except here she was, stepping out of his room, wearing a not very long T-shirt, and, it seemed, nothing else. Her melons filled the shirt just.