I kind of stammered as I tried to speak, "I... I'm... I'm sorry, Paige loved that and I loved giving it to her, I wasn't trying to do anything but hol... you." She walked her knees over and took me in her arms and hugged me then took my face and kissed me. She said, "Oh God, I'm sorry Paul, I have a problem sometimes feeling trapped. The look on your face says you think you're going to die. I frightened you." "Actually you scared the shit out of me," I said. "Whoa, what a reaction. I didn't. If you prefer to ship with your family, you can take your mother and father up on their offer; having sex with your father will be a shock for the first few times, but believe me, you needn't even hide it where we're going -- the taboo is irrelevant. Or you can try to solo. To do that successfully, though, you'll need both experience and the proper attitude, or you won't succeed." He paused for a moment. "I'll be honest with you -- this is a different kind of pickup. You WILL get picked up, no. In a heated state of predatory sexual need, she untied first the balding male in his 50-s, and pushed him on the floor. Ignoring any protests, she sat on his face, her knees pinning his arms so he was unable to resist. Without delay, she pushed his face into her crotch, riding him violently. As she slammed her pelvic bones down onto the man's face every now and then, the Amazon moaned and groaned in morbid pleasure, as she was acting with full awareness of the damage inflicted to the man by. My jaws then dropped, as I saw the “killer legs’ blondie” was my wife.Ana was there on stage, wearing now a short tartan skirt, a white blouse and white stockings, standing on sexy high heels. She looked like a perfect naughty college girl. I could not believe my eyes…Anita looked in my direction and blew me a kiss through the air.Cesar whispered in my ear that I was a very lucky husband, having such a slutty woman in my bed every night. I did not even reply to him.The lights went dim and my.