Turning to me asked.“Do you have a table I could place these on?” I went over to our coffee table and dragged it closer to him.Placing his Tattoo ...un and tray of ink bottles on the table he looked up at my wife who was standing directly in front of him with her robe almost open and smiled at her as he said.“Shall we begin Steph? It would best if you get as comfortable as possible and relax. It’s difficult to tattoo tense flesh!” he smiledWithout another though my wife undone her robe and let. 'Do you want to earn a little extra money, buy some nice new clothes?' he asked, waving a fat wad of cash playfully in his hand, arm muscles rippling. 'Eh, sure' I stuttered. 'Alright, lock the door' he ordered. 'Okay' I said, closing the door. When I turned around he was sitting on the table closest to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, then kissed me hard and passionately. 'Mmmm' he groaned, 'I have been wanting to kiss you since the day you started' he chirped. After kissing. She was tight, but wet enough to give her every inch of me to the point you could not see it. Her head tilted back, while still holding the blanket in her mouth, was moaning louder than she thought she would. The strokes were a little tight to come by, but constant thrusting and pulling, she workable to move in anytype of speed. The feeling was so right to the point of just grabbing by her ass and pounding the fuck out of her, while taking time to tilt over to kiss her. Every pounding thrust. She whisperd “ fuck me , please place that hard cock into me !! I need to feel your man hood between my legs . I want to feel what your wife feels when you fuck her Saturday nights !! My mind went blank , how did she know I got fucked Saturday nights unless she had watched . This made me wild with excitement and with one solid thrust my entire cock wa buried deep into her . She wined slightly as her hole was opening to take my entire width in . She was going crazy as well and came with just.