Annie picks her discarded clothing off the floor and stands up. Taking her thong she offers it up, hands it to me and says,"I thought you'd like a so...venir." I stretch them out, hold them to my nose and sniff, then take a big lick of the wet gusset. A big smile forming on my face, I hand them back and reply, "Thank you, but they definitely look better on you."Annie chuckles, and pulls the flimsy material into place.Stepping into her dress, pulls it on and heads for the door. Looking back over. Kitty was wearing a short skirt and the vehicle being a roadster meant the laid-back seating position had exposed almost the total length of her thighs. Hayden’s hand was quite close to the edge of Kitty’s panties. As he finished saying a bit of rough talking suited an attorney with family connections back into the Wild West, they looked at his hand on the long length of olive skin. ‘Remove you hand but don’t say sorry.’ Hayden did what he was told and pulled into parking space almost in front. This is no ordinary kiss on the neck she always gives me. It's fucking WET. I feel like, spit from her lips slowly drying on my neck EVERY TIME she is done. Her lips only touch my neck for a second, but long enough to transfer some of her bodily fluid on to a very sensitive area of my body.She has made it clear before that she thinks I am HOT, congratulating her younger sister on picking up such a handsome man. Sam's husband is a similar body type as me, just shorter, so I could see her. He arrived at our home and we welcomed him. We went to the living room, we drank champagne and talked a bit about their old office, who both worked in the past.Twenty-five minutes later my wife said it's time to move to our bedroom. We went altogether and I sat down at a corner on a chair. He sat on the bed and my wife started to undress in front of us, he undressed himself also. It was a surreal moment when her clothes dropped onto the floor. I did know that it was real happening now, but it.