When I first met you, my initial impression was that of a very fastidious woman. Your beautiful hair was always clean and gleaming, your nails trimmed...and polished, without varnish, teeth brushed, breath fresh, your clothes immaculate. Apart from your hair, you have not changed at all. So you will forgive me if I don't believe your claim that you are filthy there! Because that is what it boils down to, isn't it?"Her protests I cut short. "I am not saying that you should be forced to do anything. "I want to see these get even bigger."I shiver. This isn't usually a fantasy of mine- I am a double D, which is quite enough when you are running after an out of control puppy that your student has let, for some unknown reason, off leash. Tonight though, is not about practical. It's about need. I have to ask myself, ?Why does my husband have to take these long trips??My pussy feels like a vacuum, pulling the rest of my body in towards it, desperate to be filled with something.I can't resist any. . heard some things, yes." And you probably know that I surf. I finally managed to drag Alan to the beach - I'd been dropping hints for some weeks now. As to why a nude beach, well, the idea was to combine good surfing with a remote locale so we wouldn't be bothered by nosy people who might recognize us."If looks could kill, the look Glory gave Christine right then would have finished her off. Hands off, you ridiculously busty genius freak! He's MINE! I can tell you have the hots for him. A. He saw her tense up a little, then relax and lick her lips. He could hear her breathing hard, but her beautiful face and eyes still wore the unresponsive mask of repose, and he knew she dreamed on. "Good," he thought, "If she didn't wake up from that, she shouldn't wake up when I fuck her." His dick had calmed down a little while he was eating out his wife; not from lack of sex drive, but because it had been pressed hard against the bed and some of the blood had begun to drain. Walking around.