”I ran my fingers up inside her top and began to squeeze her nipples as I watched in lusty fascination as an eleven year old girl with glasses and p...gtails outmuscled my thirty year old bodybuilder husband. She was humiliating him. And it made me hotter than anything Sean ever did in bed. “And she’s so ripped,” I sighed like an infatuated schoolgirl. “Bodybuilders spend decades trying to get muscles with that kind of development and definition. And an eleven year old girl puts them all to. With one hand still around my throat and one hand directing me by the hair she lightly but forcefully guided me across the room and sat me down on a large hotel chair.She pointed at my shirt and I knew instinctively I should take it off. Next it was my jeans and as I pulled off my jeans and boxers my little 5 inch cock finally sprang loose. I was rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Jenny looked at my stiff little cock and gave me a small somewhat wicked grin. Still fully dressed Jenny was. And so warm. And so silky. And so tight. And I was home, right where I belonged. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Are you going to just sit there or are you going to move?" I wanted to say "Sit there," because it felt so good, but it was obvious that her choice was move. After I'd gone a half inch, I knew she had the right idea.The first thing I did was pull back and fall out of her pussy. Immediately there were four hands trying to grab, pull and guide it back in. I took care not to go too far on. Although I didn’t ‘show’ everything; dressing under the robe at least to pull the skirt on. I turned my back and got into a nice skirt I’d brought along. It was a little like a kilt skirt; just a little above my knees in length. I then parted the robe just enough to show him and ask if it was okay to wear it.“Oh hell yes…whatever you want…uh…be comfortable.”I did duck into the bathroom to put my top on and, finish my hair and makeup. Once I was ready, he did the driving and we headed for.