I pushed my messy bed hair out of my face, where the light sheen of perspiration was causing it to stick. At least Mike isn’t around to see this tra...nwreck. Mike is my boyfriend, whose sweetness always leads him to tell me how pretty I look, regardless of how I feel. Obviously he is blinded by love because this particular look was not what anyone would call “attractive”. Pushing these thoughts aside, I eagerly ran the water and stepped under the freezing spray. Ten minutes later, I wrapped. We began to rip off our clothes as fast as possible. As I could get her skin-tight jeans off from her round hips; she cried she was anxious to having me fucking her right there…I was not surprised finding she was not wearing a thong on her “girl’s night out”… My cock got even harder. I picked up her to carry her to the bedroom. But she wanted there, onto the couch.I dropped her onto the couch and then my sensual wife's legs flew up into the air. She pulled her knees back against her nice boobs. 'Aight she said she would now play some mood music would you?' 'I got jus the song for you b*o...' Tasha never gave a lap dance before, so she improvised. She danced on Rich how she danced in her mirror when she practiced dancing at home. Sensual and slow movements all over Rich. She could fee his dick twitch ass she ran he body over it. Rich enjoyed it so much he began to grope her. As she slid up he would lick her neck, blow her nipples, grab her ass, blow her into her ear, and nibble her. "It took me a minute to get control of my face. "Uh, Alan, you probably shouldn't say anything to Momma about that." Why?" It's a private thing, like going to the bathroom. Momma wouldn't want to know you've seen her play with the buzzing thing."Alan turned to Beatrice. "Aunt Bea?" Ron is right, Honey. You really shouldn't watch Momma -- and you probably shouldn't tell her you did." Okay." Alan turned to me and I knew we were back to the original question."Yes, I was here the other night," I.