I decided to just blurt it out, "To be honest, when I was looking at her cleavage, I was thinking about yours."She looked at me incredulously and I th...ught I had gone too far. "That sweet of you to say that, but you don't have to lie." I'm not lying!" And I wasn't, really. When I was looking at Kira's chest, I was thinking about the ways it compared to my wife's: their freckles, the ways their breasts swell and hang similarly, the size and shape of their areolas, the fullness of their. It didn't matter; no one else was here. She pushed against her left breast with her right hand.. She kissed the air and moaned, "Oh, how much I want a cock to fuck me," Her language surprised her since she never used such vulgarities before now.She began to rub against her pussy with her left hand, reaching under her dress. The petticoat rustled softly as her fingers probed her sex. She draped her legs over the arms of her chair, arranging her dress and petticoats so her exposed pussy would be. I'm a little surprised that she went as far as she did, knowing that you would be watching. Anyway, I guess you know now, at least a part of why I married her. She's not just my wife, she's my wet-dream too." I mumbled an 'uh huh' as we continued to watch the window. Carly came out of the dressing room and as Jack predicted, she had put something on. From that distance I couldn't tell too much about it, but she was at least partially covered. And it looked like she was putting on a short robe. I had been with only one girl one time-guess I was not a Don Juan during high school. I had taken a job selling magazines. They would put us in a van and drive us out to some other town and drop us off for the day and we would go door to door selling magazines subscriptions. End of the day they would pick us up, sometimes we would go home and sometimes we stayed in motels. I was hoping to get lucky with one of the girls on our team. It was about the third week for me to be doing this. I got.