If you want I am ready to cooperate.Me: You mean . . . !W: Yes of course . . . There is nothing wrong in swapping if both husband and wife are one min....Me: No . . . . Not necessary . . .W: Don’t burry your desires. I am sure you love to see my sister-in-law naked. You will enjoy her while she takes bath naked. Just tell me truth. . . Don’t you like to lick her pussy for hours if you are given chance . . . ?Me: It seems you too have a strong desire to . . . . .W: Of course no doubt . . . How can. Your hand reaches down and begins to rub my softening manhood. As you stroke it I imagine that it's not your hand but your hot love tunnel sliding up and down the length. It isn't long until it begins to get hard again and ready to make love, proper love as the lust has passed and the passion arrived. I roll over and slide on top of you, placing the head of my manhood at your entrance.I slide my manhood just a little bit into your waiting love tunnel, getting you ready for what is to come. As I. Not at his cock. Into his eyes. Don’t look at his cock. Don’t. Look.The movement of his hand is entirely impossible to ignore. Such a nice cock in such a nice hand. Long fingers, but not too long. Strong and sturdy. She would bet there are calluses on his palms, and that they feel good to himself as he massages and tugs and twists his own shaft.How would they feel on her? Just thinking about it makes her boobs hurt a little from want and deprivation and she presses her palms to them. When was. Her lungs were craving for air and Moira allowed herself to take a deep breath, filling them with air so much clearer and cleaner than any city dweller would have deemed possible just years ago. There were no exhaust gases in the air, nor the obnoxious smell of bad – or good – perfume that used to fill trains, elevators and meeting rooms.Only the smell of sex remained, filling the air with an aroma of lust and pleasure, sweat and exhaustion as Moira led her fingers back into the welcoming.