I was taking a nap. She came to my room to ask about the dinner. She was not wearing a tight tops and a Capri. As usual she was looking like a sex god...ess. When she was coming I could know that she has not worn her bra. Her boobs were so tight fitted that from distance one can’t predict about her bra. I knew it because her nipples were pointing out of that tight top. Her hairs were open and wet. Ohhh what a sexy look! She sat beside me and touching her hair asked about the dinner. We ordered a. “I love you!” Edgar grunted in reply, pushing himself hard into her and drawing a moan of delight. Carol’s own fingers danced between her thighs, delved into the wetness. Edgar’s thighs slapped audibly against June’s buttocks. Their moans rose in pitch, announcing their impending climax. Carol fought to contain her own moans, lost in the wonderful intimacy of the scene she was spying on, feeling the heat of passion rise from her loins. Edgar’s arms wrapped around his wife’s upper body and he. My fingersspread your hot pussy wide. My tongue, straightened andstiff, enters your vagina. Your gasping is deep and loud, causing your clit to comeinto contact with my fingers and my nose as Icontinually probe your slippery snatch with tongue andfingers. Your juices flow freely out, coating my handand face. Your aroma is driving me on, I push deeper in,snaking my tongue along your sweet, hot pussy walls, butcannot reach your innermost areas. After countless orgasms, you draw my face up,. " Sorry," he told her. "Just wanted to make sure it was dry there too."Before he could drop the wad into the toilet, she lifted his hand and turned it toward herself to examine the paper. There was a hint of red there, confirming her passing from virgin, to woman.She took the paper from his hand, dropped the paper into the bowl and kissed his palm. "Thank you for everything."There was no answer that Bob could come up with that could have been any better than the beaming smile he showered over.