I reached for the buttons in my shirt, pulled it up from the chain around my waist and saved some seconds by pulling it over my head. Then kicking off...the shoes. Bent down for the socks. Would I be in time? Trousers. I next wriggled out of the bra, reached for the tabs of the suspender belt and undid the stockings, which I peeled and tore off. Put the hands behind my back to separate the hook and eye of the suspender belt. Just throwing it on the floor beside me. I didn't feel the coldness from. It was so hot, tasting myself on this strange dick, gently rubbing the prick in my other hand. Dean snapped a picture of my wet pussy, then one of me with the heads of both dicks in my mouth as I swirled my tongue between them.If Dean wanted slutty pictures, that was fine by me, as long as I got to have more orgasms. Neither of the ebony studs was moving away from my eager tongue though, so I prodded them, “Come on boys. Fuck me. Give me a cock." The one that hadn’t violated my pink snatch yet. I do however use our exercise equipment in therec room. I am a retired teacher, she is co-owner and operator of whatyou might call a "health food store." She's been there since before wemarried. It took awhile, but the business has finally done well. Sheoperates it with a friend from her college days, Robert.2014Carol and I attended a New Years Eve party to welcome in 2014. We were byno means drunk, but we did have one social toast with friends as the clockchimed midnight. Since we were. Normally i'd have been flooded with panic, and scrambling to find my clothing...Not today. Today, i would release the frustrated creature so mercilessly lockedaway for so long, in the furthest corners of my mind. i shifted onto my side, so as to profile the curves of my hips, as the sun cascaded it's flowing glow across my naked, almond/cocoa cheeks. Whether a single wanderer, or a group of sex starved, bikers, they would havea full and unrestricted view of the submissive offering.